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Larissa watched as the quaffle shot towards the goals.
She had been keeping very foccussed on the quaffle but was still surprised as it shot towards a different goal she expected.
Larissa leant forwards on her broom, only seconds to think and shot towards the quaffle. She didn't catch it but her hands managed to knock it away from the goal. The quaffle began to sail down towards the ground.
Larissa's hands felt sore from the unexpected move she'd had to pull. She sped after the quaffle, pulling it underneath her arm, she flew back up to the goal and threw it. Larissa watched the quaffle sail towards Andrew.