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.
Echo debated throwing the quaffle to Sybil who was now following behind, but thinking she probably needed the aim practise herself she kept hold of it, hoping the older girl would grab it after her instead. She tossed it toward the hoop, only to see is miserably miss. Yes, she definitely needed...
Echo watched as Sybil tried to score too and it was clearly easier said than done. Careful not to break a nail in the process, Echolyn grabbed the Quaffle as it was thrown back out and circled the pitch.
Echo grabbed the quaffle, wondering if she'd been to harsh about Sayuri. It was brutal out here. Echo began to fly towards the hoops and hoped she wouldn't be hit by a bludger on the way.
Echo ignored the commotion around her, heading straight for the hoops. Despite her best attempts however she failed to score another goal, and wondered whether she should have passed back to Sayuri instead.
Echo didnt take her eyes off the ball, so as Sayuri tossed the quaffle toward the captain but called her name, the second year lowered her body to her broom and shot off in front of the older girl, grabbing the quaffle with both hands before it could fly from her grasp.
Echo wasn't surprised when she missed her second shot, watching the ball fly much too wide. Instead she just moved to fly a lap, reminding herself it would take time to be consistent.
Echo knew scoring would be hard, she was new, injured, and coming straight toward a keeper. She threw the quaffle as hard as she could, shocking herself to see it sail straight through the hoop.
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