Echo wasnt done trying other tactics to score. Approaching the hoop, she threw the ball in the air before turning on her broom, smacking it straight through with the twiggy end. At least she could score this way if she couldn't just throw it in.
Echo had managed to arrive to the correct class on time, which was more than could have been said when she'd arrived for her first potions class. Taking her usual seat, she couldn't wait for the day she could share all her lessons with Gryffindor instead of just the odd one or two. Being...
Echo threw the ball as hard as she could through the hoop but watched as it bounced off the side. Why was this getting harder the longer they were in the air?
Echo approached the hoops and did what she could to score, but clearly the battering from the bludgers were taking a toll as she completely missed the mark.
Echo had already been hit once, when a second bludger smacked into her too. She scowled at the person who sent it. Echo wasn't a seeker, didn't the beater know that? The second year darted forward as the Quaffle was thrown back out, catching it and keeping her distance from Sunny.
Echo was aware that Sybil was suddenly hit in quick succession. It was bad enough once let alone twice. She winced on her behalf and dove for the Quaffle, tucking it under her arm.
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