Branson was a little surprised when Xiuying passed him the quaffle, and then he threw it through the hoops, glad that he'd managed to score. He cheered and looked to cheer with Xiuying.
Sawyer hadn't quite been ready to change tracks as Xiuying passed the quaffle, not able to cover Branson in time to stop his goal. "Good teamwork, guys," he called as he threw the quaffle back out to Xiuying again. He was tensed for a second pass as she approached but it made him too hasty and he missed her shot yet again when she held onto the quaffle this time. Clicking his tongue in proud annoyance, he threw the quaffle out to Branson.
Sawyer had to dive forward to grab Branson's next shot, unsure if it would have gone through with or without his interference but still glad to stop the chasers from getting a hat trick on him at least.
Michael didn't hit a bludger, but he did cheer when Sawyer stopped a goal. Which was probably the opposite of the encouragement he was supposed to give his team, but training was confusing in terms of what outcome he was supposed to want.
Lillian was surprised by how good this whole thing was actually going. The snitch was no where near her and when she did try to keep up with it, the glittering speck of gold was gone.
Sawyer shifted on his broom as Xiuying got closer, making a gamble and throwing himself to the left in the hopes he could outspeed her. It'd been too risky and he paid for it when she targeted the right hoop instead, quaffle sailing through cleanly. He'd need to reasess if playing like this was worth the speed if it was so unreliable he mused, throwing the quaffle back out.
These bludgers just weren't going anywhere near the team, Michael lamented, shaking his head. Although maybe that was a good thing? ...he really wasn't sure.
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