Grinning wildly as she darted through the air, Renee couldn't hold back the feeling of unbridled joy at not only playing the sport she loved, but playing it at the WORLD CUP. How crazy could life be? At a moment like this, nothing mattered to her but the feeling of the wind on her face, the rush of dodging an opponent, the thrill of intercepting the Quaffle...

And on that note, she should probably get a move on. Torben had smacked a Bludger beautifully toward Misra, and Renee saw her moment. She swooped in close to the Indian captain, slightly below him and to the left, waiting to see if the Bludger made contact -- and waiting also to catch the Quaffle that he would inevitably drop if it did.

A flip of her hair, a glance toward the sky, and counting down a quick three, two, one, hoping things would go England's way...