 be curious, not judgmental
So Becca headed back off in the direction of where the quaffles were being launched. She had avoided the goop pretty well so far and was simply getting annoyed with the marshmallows that continued to rain down on her. She sort of just wanted to eat some, much like some of the others were. But it was no time for eating - she could do that later. Now was the time to get this over with.
She readied herself to catch another quaffle as she kept her gaze on the sky, careful to move out of the way of any of the marshmallow creme. She really was okay with whole marshmallows pelting her. But the thought of getting covered in sticky marshmallow goop was... terrifying, digusting, and completely dreadful.
Another one came her way, and she kept her gaze on the sky until the very last moment, then caught the quaffle with ease and took off like a bullet towards the hoops. Her mindset was that if she went fast enough, maybe she just wouldn't get hit.
Wrong.
As she went faster, she felt blobs of marshmallow creme land on her robes. "Oh this is so not sanitary," she groaned, keeping the quaffle under her arm to keep it from getting covered in the mess. When she was close enough, she launched it into the center hoop. There was nothing on it to weigh it down, so it soared in beautifully. One left. And her hair was still clean. This could be wonderful.
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