Avalon ducked her head just in time as a bludger soared toward her broom. She heard it whiz past her ear, rustling her hair and causing her to jolt her broom to the right. She sped downward to get away from it, but looked back up to see that another player had grabbed the snitch. Darn it. Why couldn't she have avoided that bludget? She desperately wanted to prove to herself that she was capable of playing more than one Quidditch position, but it was seeming more and more obvious that her strengths lied with the chaser position. Well, at least she had tried. She attempted to reassure herself: she wasn't an awful seeker...just not the best on the pitch at the time. Avalon steered her broom back toward the sky, continuing to look for another glint of gold.