After listening to Liz describe their practice, he turned to Caysi, "Well, we could use this to brainstorm some good chaser feints or tricks." Ford began to think, and his broom drifted as his concentration was elsewhere. He scratched his long, jet black hair before snapping his fingers. "All right, we're going to need the quaffle. What you're going to do is fly at full speed down the field, and when I shout, drop the quaffle. Just drop it, straight down. I'll take care of the rest." Ford turned on his broom to get the quaffle, but turned around quickly, "Oh, and don't flinch."