Lyra went back for her third quaffle and was hit in the chest with another glomping goo of stuffage. "Ewwwwwwwww!" She sighed heavily as she was secretly liking this but she was not going to let anyone else know she was having fun.

She waited for her quaffle and....thank goodness for the extra padding on the chest area; otherwise, that would have hurt. She pulled her broom in the direction of the goals as all she needed was the left side. She finally unstuck the quaffle from her chest and aimed it at the little goal.

FINAL SCOREEEEEE!

She was better at this than she thought she was...or maybe it was just she was lucky. She was going with lucky at the moment and maybe this summer, she could score some more goals when she and Christian played. When she finished, she flew under the shelter and grabbed a towel as the broom was now sticking to her robes.