Sara looked upward and saw an amazing sight. One of her favorite food, marshmallows, started to fall from the sky. This is one of her big fantasies she's always had.

However, her elation quickly faded and she heard what the task entailed. Quidditch wasn't her forte at all.She knew that catching the quaffle wasn't going to be a problem. She's always had good reflexes. Her aim, however, was always a little off, so getting the quaffle throw one of those tiny hoops was going to be a challenge.

Taking a deep breath, she took off toward the falling quaffles. She was being pelted by tiny marshmallows and tried to resist the urge to take one and eat it. She even felt some cream in her hair but shrugged it off. She wasn't a vain girl, so as long as it washes off, she didn't care.

She quickly managed to catch a quaffle and sped toward her goal posts. Getting as close as she could to the posts, she threw the quaffle at the left ring, but watched in amazement as it sailed through the hoop. However, it wasn't the left hoop but the center one. "I made it in!" she exclaimed, not letting anyone know she was actually aiming for the left hoop.