 Wowza!
This wasn't good.
As the fifth year made her way back to the machine that seemed to be puking quaffles, the girl realized that she was hungry. Starving. And the sweet smell of marshmellows all over her was not a good thing, really.
Completely ignoring the fact that a quaffle was coming straight to her, she lifted one hand and caught marshmellow with her hand before stuffing it on her mouth.
TWACK!
Barely managing to stay on her broom, the fifth year rubbed the spot on her arm that had been hit by a stupid quaffle. This was exactly why she was a beater; Willow Kovac did not get hit by things - she was the one in charge of hitting people things!
Growling as she caught one of the quaffles, the girl zoomed down the pitch as fast as the school broom allowed her to -which admittedly wasn't much- and reached the scoring area for the third time.
And so she shot to he center hoop . . . and it went through!
TWACK!
Yet another quaffle hit her on her other arm -she was going to have bruises, no doubt- and almost knocked her off her broom!
Thankfully, since she was done playing this insanity, the young Ravenclaw landed and went straight to where Vindictus was. And without a word, she grabbed one of the damp towels and started to clean herself up.
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