Fierce on Nadine's tail, Orélie pulled up near her, ready to try and grab the quaffle back. Orélie was certainly inspired to be more aggressive this practice. She had her arm outreached ready to try and snag the quaffle when a bludger collided with her shoulder and Orélie let out a string of curses, mixed in French and English and veered away, nursing her shoulder. She shot a glare over at the beaters, her body aching. She had no proof but she was sure they were targeting her on purpose. Probably Grace, since she'd been on the team longer with Nadine and was taking her side. "Maybe aim for someone else for a bit?" She called out bitterly to the beaters. Holding her arm close to her chest, Orélie took a few deeps breathes in through her nose and circled the pitch, taking a moment to collect herself.