Hugo flew around, not spotting any quaffle. And there it was, falling out of a third year ravie's hand. He zoomed towards it and caught it. Quickly flying to the baskets, he felt the rush of flying. It was so awesome. He loosened his hands from his broom and got ready to throw the quaffle...

A fast rock zoomed up to him, barely not hitting him. Hugo turned upside down, and struggled to get back up. He held the quaffle by his side and threw it to one of the baskets.

The quaffle was going fast towards the basket, Hugo smiled. That was a nice throw!