The Gryffindor beamed (at herself) showing satisfaction with her answer she had given. She was getting good at this whole class thing, but wahoo, her favourite part, they were about to take off into the air.

Welp, this task sounded a little… terrifying.

Remy waited for others to take off before taking the plunge herself, knowing that she’d only miss out if she decided not to get up there. The professor’s description of how much the balls could hurt you was… yeah, terrifying.

Her feet lifted off the ground and she reached a height, just below the net. Her eyes darted left, right and centre towards the balls flying all over the place. She noticed a few familiar faces getting hit/almost hit. She was terrified but before she could try and hide… a ball was heading straight for her.

Her natural instinct was NOT to catch it, especially when her brain as not letting her take her hands off her broom, so she ducked instead. Amazingly, Remy managed to hoist her broom up before hitting the ground. Was… was that SKILL???