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Derf was mostly laughing to himself as his toss hit the post and then fell to the ground with a thud in the sand around the base. There wasn't really time to linger on a missed toss, you know? It was like in the heat of a match. Things didn't go the way you hoped and all you could do was just keep on flying and try to do better the next time. Though it WAS a bit embarrassing to not even be on frame when there wasn't even a keeper around, but he shook that off rather easily. "Or I won't," he laughed, throwing Emmalyn a wink as he speed off towards the coronas after making his U-turn around the hoop that he had hit. "Did hit the smaller target thoooooooooooooough."
So that...sorta counted for something, yeah? Dad used to joke about it how in football it should be worth more points if you hit the goal post as opposed to getting it in the net. He was a little inclined to agree at the moment.
The zigzag path required to fly through the coronas was easy enough for him to manage and his stronger arms and broader shoulders helped make those sharp turns, well, sharper. It was something he had had to practice over the summer at quidditch camp, getting used to his new bulk and how to compensate for it in tighter situations. Though, well, he couldn't help giving one of the rings a bit of a high five as he zoomed through it - since he knew that it was not solid and his hand would pass right through it and all. Sorta like pretending that he was high fiving a cloud, you know?
Which now brought him to the other end of the pitch and the other series of whoops. He was actually much more confident in keeping than he was chasing, the defensive mentality and some of the same sharp movements towards balls and deflecting being along the same lines as playing beater. At least how his brain was processing it.
Grinning, Derf nodded his head in Bel's direction. "A'ight, hit me with your best shot," he called out to his friend as he straightened his posture on his broom.
Really...he just wanted to get to the marshmallows because his stomach was starting to rumble and he had a plan.
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