Frances had darted off down to the other end of the pitch, where no one was. She listened carefully for the any trace of a bludger, keeping her eyes peeled. Once she reached the goal posts, she stopped infront of them and began eyeing the whole field for anything that was moving extremely fast. As she hovered, she turned her gaze left and right, up and down, but unfortunately, she couldn't see anything.
Gearing up her Streak, she flew around the house stands, scouting for the bludgers. To her fortune, she spotted a bludger zooming over into her direction. Bringing up her bat into a defensive hold, she waited as it came closer, and struck it just in time, sending it to the ungarded goal posts where she'd been moments before. Without hesitation, she flew off after it, her Streak easily catching up to the flying bludger. Once the were well behind the house stands and heading for the goal posts, she swerved again to cut infront of the bludger, and swung her bat again, this time aiming for the opposite end of the pitch. She watched as it soared through the air heading, once again, for Angelica.