 Station 3 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Keeper wasn't Nettie's top position, but she didn't think she was AWFUL at it either. She certainly preferred it over Beater. She positioned herself in front of one of the goal posts and waited as she charmed Quaffles started making their way towards her.
She spotted one heading right toward her, and raised her right arm. POW! She PUNCHED the Quaffle out of the line of the goal post, watching with satisfaction as it hurtled off towards the grass. She smiled to herself. She was getting good at this Quaffle punching thing. Hehe.
Next one was coming to her left, and this time, she swooped in and caught it. She fumbled a little bit, but kept her handle on it after a moment or two. She smiled and dropped that one away just in time for another one to sneak up on her to the right.
Kicking it in to high gear in order to grab the Quaffle in time, she sped her way in front of the goal post and grabbed the Quaffle was it hit her HARD in the chest. She let out a little cough, and had the wind knocked out of her momentarily. For a second she was afraid she'd fall off of her broom - but she managed to keep herself on. Thank Merlin. That would have been embarrassing. Shaking her head to refocus herself, she let go of the Quaffle that had nearly killed her and then zoomed off to the next station. Time to play hot Quaffle!
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |