Lydia watched Skylar demonstrate the obstacle course while hovering on her broom not too far away. Her balance had improved quite a bit so that she could sit on the broom without holding on to the handle, at least while she was being perfectly still. When the quidditch captain signaled that they could begin the obstacle course, Lydia floated over to the moving hula hoops. No one else had flown up there yet so she might as well be first. Honestly, she doubted she would get chosen, but this was turning out to be a lot of fun.

Concentrating, Lydia leaned forward on her broom so that it shot forward but not too fast. What had Skylar said? Speed would come later. Right now accuracy and precision were what was important. With that in mind, Lydia swooped in and out of the hula hoops. One...two...three...four...five...six...OOPS, she almost crashed into the side of the last hula hoop. She'd gotten too cocky there for a second. Lydia swerved just in time, but she still clipped the last hoop a little bit.

Ok, time for the gater balls. This was the part she wasn't looking forward to at all. Lydia swooped down and grabbed a beater's bat. Then she flew up the gater balls. Taking a deep breath, she started through. At first it wasn't too bad. She managed to swat away three balls in a row. Then the fourth one got her in the arm. Whomp. It didn't really hurt; it was her pride that was wounded. Dumb balls. So she wasn't cut out to be a beater it seemed. Lydia managed to make it through the gater balls; she'd swatted away about half, with the other half managing to smack her in some way.

Finally, it was time for the marshmallows! She was excited for this part. Not only would it demonstrate her potential skill as a seeker, but marshmallows were delicious. She wanted to eat as many as she could. Gripping the handle tightly, Lydia maneuvered her broom through the marshmallows. She darted this way and that, almost as if she were dancing in the air. Mouth open like a frog, she caught first one, then two marshmallows! And mmm, they were tasty. Wondering if she looked ridiculous but not really caring, Lydia continued to zoom around, mouth open. Chomp. Chomp! That was four. Oh, the timer was about to go off. Could she make one last catch?

Chomp! And the timer went off. She managed to snag five marshmallows. She had no idea if that was bad or good, but it had been fun. She floated down to the ground to watch everyone else take their turns.