SPLAT

A big glob on the creme landed on Paris' head. "Oh thats great," She said as she felt the creme sliding down all over her face and body. She was glad she was wearing her goggles. But her broom was moving slower than normal with the extra weight of the gloop. She waited till the machine shot out a quaffle. She caught it easy enough. It was covered in the creme and it stuck to her hands. So it was hard to hold on to the quaffle and her broom. It was too sticky to tuck under her arm, but she managed to make it over to the hoops.

"Ouch," she yelped as it felt like the quaffle was taking the skin off her hand as she pulled it with her other hand. She took aim and with all her might she threw the quaffle, well it stuck to her hand and before she knew it she was pulled off the broom with the quaffle. It sailed through the goal hoop still attached to her hand and she barely made it through and then she was free falling to the soft grass below. This was going to hurt.