Sara barely made it back toward the quaffles. She better make it this time because she didn't think her broom could take much more of the marshmallow goo. It was really weighing her down. Somehow, she managed to catch a quaffle and fly back toward the goal posts.

"Please make it in, please make it in, please make it in." She chanted in her head over and over and she aimed for the left hoop. She followed the Quaffle patch and her jaw dropped when she saw the quaffle hit the edge of the hoop. But somehow, the angle was right and the quaffle passed through the hoop. She sighed with relief and grinned, proud of herself for having actually done it. "I made it through all three! Yeah!"

She flew down and landed softly on the red rectangle. She started walking towards the shelter to get herself cleaned up.