He’d arrived! Station 3 and it only seemed like he’d been waiting for forever, not that it was anyone’s fault. Taking a quick, deep breath, he flew in front of the middle goal, his hands out stretched at the ready. It didn’t take long for the first Quaffle to fly his way and…just out of his reach into the left hand goal post. Okay, so he wasn’t the greatest of keeper but then again, he never really played there. With a small rueful smile, he readied himself for the next few that were about to come his way. He may not be the best, but his lanky, athletic frame would help him!

Perched at the ready, he save one. Two? Three! All three found themselves nestled in his large hands, safe and sound. Maybe the person who bewitched them felt sorry for him but hey, he wasn’t about to complain.

Ewan could feel the heat rise to his cheeks as he dropped the last Quaffle and headed to off to the passing zone with the rest of the kids trying out for the team. Grinning at Taddy as he arrived, he quietly settled into the rhythm of catching and passing the Quaffle, not holding onto it too long for fear of being singed. That was until he almost dropped a pass from Taddy! “Ooops!” with a last minute dive, he managed to grasp it in his fingertips before reverse passing it to an unknown person to his left, relief etched across his red face now. How would it look if he finally reached the end of the pitch, only to drop it then! Not good. Not good at all.

Ewan couldn’t help but grin widely now as he neared the goal posts, another Quaffle in hand. With the keeper in his sights, he sped towards goal hoping to catch them off guard. With a small faint to the left, he threw the ball across his body to the right hoop and…Aghhhh. “Come on!” he shouted, as the keeper saved his shot. Any trace of a smile that had once rested on his face was now gone, replaced by a grimace, as shot after shot was saved. His second and third both straight at the keeper. Determination suddenly filled his glare as he received a second wind of sorts. Mustering all of his power he lumped the Quaffle in his hands at the middle hoop.

“YES!!!”

Had the psyched the keeper out? Must have because the keeper dived to the wrong hoop. Rejuvenated with confidence, he quickly dispatched the next Quaffle with ease through the right hoop and turned instantly, his eyes twitching around in search of the small golden ball that so many before him had caught.