Michael was pleased to see Sefina catch the snitch, and decided to be a bit cheeky and take a shot while Sawyer was distracted. It worked, and he grinned as the ball sailed through the hoop.
Sawyer noticed much too late that Michael was making a shot on goal until the quaffle was already through the hoop. He spluttered for a moment, scooping up the quaffle before shaking his head sheepishly. "That's on me, good shot," he said, throwing the quaffle back into play with a wry smile.
Sawyer had once again psyched himself out as the two chasers approached, wary of a pass and missing the chance to block Branson's shot. At least the chasers were putting in a good showing too, he thought, throwing the quaffle back into play.
Sawyer wasn't ready when Michael put on a burst of speed right before the hoops, moving too slow to block the shot. "You're making me feel old and slow," he said with a shake of his head, tossing the quaffle out to Xiuying. It was definitely a blow to his ego to have a first year scoring against him but Sawyer hoped it was a good sign for their upcoming match.
"You need a break, grandpa?" Michael joked back, in good humour as he grabbed the quaffle after Xiuying followed up with a scoring shot. He hoped Sawyer wasn't too discouraged, he was a pretty good keeper after all (which probably didn't mean much from someone who hadn't really watched much Quidditch, but Michael looked up to him anyway).
Sawyer scrambled for the quaffle as Xiuying made her shot, fumbling the save and letting it slip past his hands. "Dangit," he said, wiping sweat off his forehead with his forearm before swooping down to grab the quaffle again. "Maybe not a terrible idea," he said with a fond roll of his eyes as Michael teased him. "You guys sure you don't want to practice passing instead or something," he said, quietly reminding himself he wanted the chasers to practice scoring. For the team's sake.
Xiuying followed closely by Michael, fumbled with the ball a little as she hadn't fully expected the ball to come her way. "Got it," Xiuying says with a chuckle when she managed to get a hold of the ball tightly and she smiled appreciatively, before continuing to make her way towards the hoops.
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