 Station 3 • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
Taddy made it to the goals, as he slowed down his broom to approach in front of it. He searched around to see the bludgers not being as active around him as beforehand. Maybe now he could sigh in relief. This was really what it took if he wanted to be a Seeker, wasn't it? He gave a wave towards the nearest flyers. They were going to shoot the Quaffles at him, yes?
Keeper wasn't really a position he was in favor of, mainly for staying in one spot for so long. He couldn't resist the temptation to fly all around. But now that he was in this position, Tad could kind of see it's benefits, you got to see the action.. but there was still some pressure involved when all eyes will be on him. He shook his head leading his wavy curls resist against the wind. Before he knew it he saw a Quaffle fly towards his face, "WAAH!" He covered his face. Oh wait, he needed to guard it. But it was coming so fast by the time he moved his hand to open and catch it... he felt the Quaffle rebound off his closed fist. "OWWW!!" It was a good thing the Quaffles weren't so hard. He wasn't bleeding, but man that was going to be sore later on as he shook the hand rapidly to get the blood flowing to fight the pain. Well... at least that one didn't score in. Tad could now say he punched a Quaffle away. "I'm okay!" He yelled out in case anyone saw that.
How many did he need to save again? Three right? That sounded proper good to Tad. Now he had to focus again because more Quaffles were heading his way. He saw one curving to his left. So he positioned his broom to reach out and grab it... only for it to just brush past his fingertips and score in. He snapped his fingers in disappointment. Well, no use sulking about it. He had to get the others right. So Tad re-positioned himself, just as another one came his way. He was ready. It was heading for the middle. He reached out as it approached and he caught it. One more to go!
Tad repeated the motions. Attempt to reach and catch and then throw it back. He missed two more before finally blocking one last one. He had adopted the trick on moving left to right, just as another Quaffle went through. So with that last Quaffle, he gave it a good kick away. The timing on it went just as he had hoped.. maybe not as soon as he had liked to, but it was done. Now he could move on to the next part. So he flew heading through the pitch again.
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