It was the last Saturday of October, and the excitement in the castle was running high, with the Halloween Ball that night. But more importantly to the captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team, it was one of the last few practices the team would get in before their first match against Ravenclaw. Holly had been to the boards, and the line up for Hufflepuff this year as far as matches went wasn't exactly what she had hoped, but pretty much what the blonde expected. Traditionally, the first two matches were always the same: Gryffindor versus Slytherin and Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw.

Just as always, the first two matches were pretty much set in stone, meaning that while they had seen what the lions and snakes were working with, they had no clue what they were dealing with when it came to the birds. From what Holly could tell based on the roster Faye had turned in, most of their team, if not all, was new this year. This gave Hufflepuff the advantage, with veteran players like herself, Ace, and Tobias, and not to mention their newest players were like goldmine finds. Needless to say, the house of badgers had a talented bunch that hadn't been seen since in a long while, and the itch to win was starting to seep in.

In order to win though, they needed to practice. Which brought her out to the pitch early that morning, a time specifically designated for Hufflepuff's use. Bloody Malfoy and Potter, the damn pitch hogs, as she liked to refer to them as, had beat her in reserving the pitch on the first and third Saturdays of every month. Fat lot of good it did them, seeing as the last match went about the same as it always did, with Slytherin taking a huge loss. Though anyone with a good eye and sense of the game could tell you that it was a lot closer of a game than it had ever been in recent years. What they could see of it, because Holly didn't keep her eyes open through the dust storms that decided to hit during the match.

That was something they would have to be prepared for too. Storms. This time of year they were popular, especially the sleets of rain that fell down and made it damn near impossible to see. As it was, the morning was overcast, gloomy, and there was already a good chance they would get hit with some of that rain a bit early here. Even if it did though they were going to practice through it, because odds were they'd end up playing in it against Ravenclaw. Now all she needed was her team to arrive. The blonde had already lugged out the banged up chest which held the various balls, her Nimbus 2000 gripped tightly in her hand as she waited for her team to assemble.

Holly belatedly realized that she really should have booked afternoon training sessions instead of mornings, since she knew most of her team were not early risers, or morning people. She groaned. Now she could only hope Ace didn't oversleep, that the head boy managed to drag his arse out of bed this early on a day she knew he wouldn't think he needed to, and that Carly and Elisabeth didn't forget they had practice. Thinking on it now, she really should have just woken the other three girls on her way out, since they all shared a dorm. "Bloody good job there Holly.." She muttered to herself, slipping on her gloves as she spotted the first to arrive, making their way ever so slowly across the pitch with a yawn. "Aw c'mon! It's not that early."

Carly groaned when she had to get up. She could get up early but never THIS early. She groaned as she found her broom and her bat. She slowly but surely made her way down to the pitch for practice. She sighed as she slowly made her way out of the school letting out a yawn. She laughed when she hear Holly. She did not talk to much to her but she knew enough. She wondered how long till Elisabeth got out here. She sighed and set down her broom. It was nothing fancy since her brother got the fancy one since her mother liked him more and her dad did her best to get her this broom so she never did complain. She gave a tiny wave. "Moring" She said softly and waited for the others.

As she waited Carly could not help but feel something was going to happen today she did not know if it would be soon or later but she felt like something was going to happen. She shook the feeling off. She looked around trying to take in all there was. She glanced at the chest and sighed. She had not been on the team for to long but she knew everything. From her books of course. She wounded how hard this practice would be if it would be very very hard or not hard at all. She sighed and shook her head dismissing the thought.

She then heard someone saying it was to early. Most likely one of the guys. She turned and laughed seeing a few people coming. She was the first one here. Which was not very shocking. She leaned on her broom so she did not fall. She waited for practice to begin not saying much because she did not wish to seem dumb at all. She turned a bit. She always wondered how she herself got beater she was not big she was only a bit stronger because she had to be. She had good aim which she guessed helped. She sighed and just waited for practice to start.

It was morning. It was morning and a Saturday, and even after practice Tobias would have to supervise the decoration of the Great Hall, then get ready for the ball. If that night wasn’t going to be a special kind of amazing and his first chance to really show Laurie off, he would resign from the day in protest and just stay in bed.

As it was, his eyes were only half open and his gait was probably as slow as humanly possible as he made his way onto the pitch. Why couldn’t Holly have scheduled practice in an evening like a normal captain, or tomorrow afternoon, when he actually had time for it at a time when he was okay with being awake? Actually, screw the weekend part. Those technically belonged to Laurie. If she weren’t so excited for the Ball tonight, he probably would have been punished for taking the time to go to practice.

His broom was over his shoulder and he was wearing his quidditch thing, though one sock was still a normal one and one of his gloves was still distinctly unfastened. Attention to detail didn’t happen this early. “Holly, you know I love you with all of my heart,” he yawned out at the captain, “but it absolutely is that early. If we don’t get in the air soon to wake me up I’m going back to sleep right here on the pitch and you’ll have to deal with me.” He thought about lying down on the grass just to further drive the point home, but decided against it as the grass was still cold and dewy. Acey and Lispuff better hurry their arses up so they could get this thing going.

"Holy crickey!! Now what'd I do with that bloody boot? Know ya gotta be 'round here somewhere.." Acelynn could be found muttering to herself, and the near empty dorm of the Hufflepuff sixth year girls, as she crawled around looking for her missing riding boot. This search ended with half of the redhead under her bed, her bottom half sticking out from under it at an odd angle as she stretched to try and grab the thing she had apparently kicked off with much too much force after their last practice she had managed to actually get to and lodged itself between the wall and her bed.

"Now c'mon ya damn boot! I ain't got all bloody day. Holly'll kill me if I don't get my arse down to that pitch now just..get on..outta there..Oompf..Bloody bean sauce!!" The Hufflepuff exclaimed in surprise and grunted in pain, having tugged the thing loose by the strings finally, but the force which she had used meant it came flying right at her face. The toe part of the boot nailed her right in the eye, and in reflex the teen had immediately pulled her head back, or in this case, up, which caused it to collide with the under part of her bed.

Thus, it was just another typical start of a day in the life of Acelynn McGregor, who could be seen bouncing around on one foot trying to tug on the same boot she had just got whacked in the eye with as she headed out the entrance to Hufflepuff Basement and through the castle, with a black eye well on its way to developing. With her mind completely preoccupied with thoughts of evil punching boots, she completely forgot her broom, which she only remembered once she was halfway through the entrance hall, and had to double back at full speed to run back and get.

For most people, getting dressed didn't involve fights with shoes, but then, Ace wasn't most people. Also for most people, running through the halls didn't have terror written all over the faces of the people they ran by. But it was widely known that the teen caused enough accidents and explosions while standing still. Or well, as still as she ever was, because Ace hardly ever stayed still, with her hyperactive self. The point was, the damage she caused was considerably larger when she was in full motion.

Thankfully, aside from tripping and knocking into a group of second years, the redhead made it there and back again with little to no mishaps, and without further injuring herself. She couldn't say the same for the poor little second year she had managed to give a bloody nose too. Cut on time, the teen had removed a sock from her foot and shoved it to the kids nose to staunch the bleeding and sent him off to the hospital wing with shouted apologies as she took off at a run again.

In the end, and about twenty minutes late, Acelynn finally managed to run onto the pitch where most, if not all, of the team was already present, huffing and puffing, broom over her shoulder, and grinning winningly. She was clearly proud of herself for managing to make it to what was probably the third practice she had managed to get to that year, since the rest of them had been spent in detention. Of course, the ear-to-ear grin only made her look that much more hilarious when combined with the now fully developed shiner she had gotten, courtesy of her riding boot.

"Oi! I'm..here! Better late...than..never..eh?" Acelynn huffed out between deep breaths as she tried to catch her breath from all her hard running, and smacking Tobias upside the head with the tail end of her broom when he started laughing at her and inquiring about her eye. "Me and the boot here," She wriggled her left, now sock-free foot as indication, "had a disagreement. He didn't want to come to practice ya see. Had to fight the bloody bugger to get here. So no wise cracks Flops."

Elisabeth woke up to Ace's yelling, accompanied by...thumping noises? Elisabeth shook her head as she tried to figure out why Ace was up so early, until she mentioned Holly within her jumbled mess of aggravation. They had quidditch practice today, and the blonde would be late for her first practice if she didn't hurry as Ace had before her. 

The sixth year scrambled out of her bed and began to dig through her trunk, trying to find her broom as quickly as she could. Where was the damn thing? She was running out of time, and she was already late, finally after digging for what had seemed like an eternity, she had her broom in hand, and ran out of the dorms, transfiguring her clothes into her quidditch uniform as she did so. The Hufflepuff silently wondered to herself if she'd have time to grab an apple before she reached the pitch so she didn't pass out as she crawled through the barrel passageway leading to the hall. 

Elisabeth quickly dismissed the thought as she realized the time, and began to bolt towards the quidditch pitch, running hastily up the stairs, narrowly missing a few other students as she ran, hoping she didn't attract the attention of any professors. The witch pushed through the large doors and continued her mad race to the quidditch pitch, panting as she arrived with a mix between a nervous and an apologetic smile on her face.

"Sorry I'm late," she apologized between breaths "almost forgot about practice," she explained, "luckily Ace's...boot wrestling...woke me up." she finished, her voice diminishing in volume as she spoke, her smile almost fighting itself between being nervous and apologetic at the same time. Propping herself up on her broom, Elisabeth waited for Holly to either reprimand her for arriving so late, or to start practice, or possibly both.

It was early and Draco knew some of his team wasn't so happy with him for dragging them out of their beds, but he didn't much care about how they felt. He'd gone around the dorms, dragging each and every one out of their warm slumbers to get dressed and ready for battle. It was Hufflepuff's pitch, that he knew, and he though Jacobs deserved a little... company. Sky was the only one who might get too upset with him, what with the need to get ready for the ball that evening, but he figured she wouldn't be too sore about it. After all, this might just ensure that they could skip out on some of the decoration committee act.

"Suit up, team. We've got a practice to crash!" he called after waking all the boys, wandering out of their dorms and over to those of the girls, trotting easily into the fifth year room while wearing only his snug quidditch trousers and boots. He literally jumped on his fiancee's sleeping form, waking her with a kiss and whispering in her ear. "Time to wake up, sleeping beauty. You have to beat Jacobs at her game before you can go off and pretend to be Potter's for the evening."

With that, he got up and gave her time to look his near-naked form over before strutting out, grabbing his gear and putting on the rest of his clothing in the common room, leading his team out of the snake pit and off to the pitch.

"Oi, Jacobs! Is that a team you have or a bunch of zombies? My snakes want a match before this bloody ball steals our Saturday!" The blonde easily strode up to the girl, looking her up and down. "Though right now it seems more likely that we'd steal the show and leave your badgers sleeping like little babies. What do you say, kiddies? You gonna wake up and face the big mean Malfoy and his gang?"

Confidence practically oozed from the boy as he challenged them, hungry for a win. These Puffs were going down.

(I hope it's alright I GMed a little in this post. If it's not I will change it. Just let me know.)

One by one her team started to slowly drag themselves onto the pitch. And when she said slowly, she meant slowly. Carly at least seemed awake, sort of. Tobias was dragging arse, as per usual, and complaining the whole way about it while he was at it. Holly rolled her eyes at him but smiled with a small laugh. "Well since you're the first two here, how about a few laps to wake you up then?" He did say they needed to get in the air and the bubbly blonde didn't want to have to deal with the head boy if he actually did start a strike by laying on the field. Years of experience with the natural late starter of Hufflepuff told her that he would do it if she didn't get his arse moving in the right direction.

She jumped on her broom and headed up, signaling for the two groaning members that had actually arrived on time to follow her as she took a good couple of laps around the pitch. The wind was chilly against her face, and after a few races with the other two and she touched back down, it was a bit numb. Just in time to see Ace come huffing and puffing onto the field sporting a black eye and twenty minutes late. Holly tried and failed to give the redhead a stern look. It was just too funny when someone was grinning at you so widely when they had a black eye! Not to mention when the explanation for it was too comical to warrant a stern look anyways.

"Oh Ace. What are we going to do with you? And stop whacking Tobi with your broom. I swear with you two it's like I'm the ringleader of a circus rather than a captain of a quidditch team." Again, she failed at looking anything more than amused by her old friends and teammates, shaking her head at them and laughing in spite of herself. Of all the things. Fighting with a shoe. Only Acelynn could manage to get a black eye for fighting with a shoe. And only she could tell that story and everyone believe it to be true. She opened her mouth to chastise, or at least attempt to, the hufflepuff McGregor on her tardiness, and her language, but Elisabeth finally showed up and Holly nodded in acceptance.

"Try to be on time from now on ok? Ace that means you too." Holly somewhat doubted this would a difference, especially in the triplet's case, since she was pretty sure Ace had probably been late to her own birth, and because it meant that the redhead would need to actually be at practice and not detention more than half the time. But hopefully she had set any bad examples for the newer members. "Alright. So listen up. As you know, our first match is against Ravenclaw, and most of their players are new this year. Which means all we have to work with is second hand information on how they play. But what they don't know is that we've got the best team hufflepuff has seen in a good long time. So we're goi to start wi-"

Holly would never get to finish her sentence on where they would be starting, because Draco 'my-head-is-so-big-it-can't-fit-in-the-castle' Malfoy had sauntered onto the pitch along with the rest of his team in tow. The blonde groaned and rolled her eyes at the slytherin captain. "Because your team looks anymore awake Malfoy." She quipped back easily with mild sarcasm, not phased by him looking her over. He had only done it every time the two had come face to face since first year. "Come off it Malfoy. This is just one more of your tactics to hog the pitch and see what you're up against before you really have to face it."

The slytherin team was notorious for showing up unannounced during other teams' training sessions. He knew it, and so did she, and he wasn't fooling anyone. "But hey, if you really want to get your arses kicked all around the pitch like you did in your first match, then we're only too happy to do it." Trash talk was part of the game, and even Holly gave in to it every once in a while. She couldn't just let Malfoy trash her team and make them out to be scared of him and his, and she sure as hell wasn't going to back down from the challenge. She had faith in her team. They could the snakes.

"Alright guys. Change of plans. Scrimmage against the slytherins. Ill release the balls. Riddle stays behind with me, since it's only fair." She didn't give the slytherin captain a chance to argue, and it really was only fair. They were the seekers, and Malfoy sure couldn't be trusted to toss the quaffle into the air without aiming toward his own chasers, and if she was giving the snitch a head start, so was the slytherin seeker. While everyone else got ready for the start, Holly opened the chest and released the snitch first, then the bludgers, followed by tossing the quaffle directly up into the middle of the circle of players waiting to try and nab it first before mounting her own broom and taking off in search of the snitch.

He was a naturally an early riser during the weekdays when they had lessons to attend, but on the weekends he enjoyed a good lie in. So when he was unceremoniously awoken at some ungodly hour on his Saturday morning Blaise wasn't thrilled to say the least. He threw a pillow halfheartedly at the ponce of a Malfoy who had the bright idea to wake the whole dorm up in pursuit of picking a fight with the badgers that morning. The dark skinned wizard had better things to do. Like sleep, for instance.

Unfortunately once he was awake he was awake and there would be no more sleep to have. It was that and only that that had him rising from his bed prematurely and entirely unnecessarily, joining the other less than enthusiastic boys on the team in grumbling insults at their so called captain as they pulled on their Quidditch gear and grabbed their brooms. "Malfoy, I should stick this broom so far up your arse you would taste the polish." He muttered darkly as he entered the common room where the blonde was waiting for the team to assemble.

Eventually they made it to the pitch and Blaise stood there leaning on his broom looking bored now that he was fully awake. "Speak for yourself." He added in his two galleons a bit peevishly when Draco said the snakes wanted a game. He had wanted to sleep and be left to his own devices but the blonde had had other ideas apparently. A warning would have been nice. Like say, the night before you decided to wake someone up at the crack of dawn.

Mounting his broom he had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes at the Hufflepuff captain and her attempt at insults. "Says the one who gets beat every year by everyone else." Blaise retorted cooly and mockingly. "Looks like there's some trash on the pitch for us to take out boys." He said to the rest of the team with a smirk. "And girl." He quickly added on for the sake of Riddle. He wasn't used to having a girl on the team. No one really was. It made the locker room awkward since he was sure everyone wanted to look but knew it would be worth more than their balls to do it. He was pretty sure Orion did regardless but he had always been the one who tested Draco's patience like no one else.

He got up in the air with the rest of the chasers and beaters and waited for Jacobs to toss in the qauffle and when she finally did it was superior experience and speed that had him getting to it first. He narrowly missed colliding with one the Hufflepuff chasers in his seizure of the ball but he wasn't going to let them get the first handle. He briefly considered throwing the game just to get even with Draco for waking him up so damn early. It wasn't like it counted as a real game. But pride quickly had him dismissing that idea and speeding towards the hoops where the girl who was rumored to be the best keeper in the school was hovering.

He dodged a bludger as he closed in on on her and decided try one of the new plays they had been working on in their own practices. Blaise tossed the ball ahead of him with good strength, and with perfect timing that only came from practice and skill he met up with it as it came back down, spinning his broom in a three-sixty to smack it with the tail end. His own speed and momentum coupled with that of the quaffle's had it sailing towards the middle hoop at a terrifying speed. It would either go in for the score or likely knock the keeper off her broom if she managed to get in front of it in time.

The member 'Blaise Zabini' has done the following action : Quidditch Die

'Chasers' : 8

"I'll have ya know that shoe wrestlin' is quite popular in the Ireland. Professional sport it is." Acelynn grinned lopsidedly at her year mate who arrived only moments after she did. "Ya hear that Hodgepodge? I'm a regular alarm clock. Now how 'bout you and Flops over here use them shinnies and award me some points for makin' sure ol' Bashful here got to practice." The redhead suggested comically, whacking Tobias with her broom again and completely disregarding Holly's instructions not to.

Truthfully, Ace had no clue just why she referred to Holly as Hodgepodge, except that it sounded good. Kind of just rolled off the tongue. Bashful was an easy connection. Not that she considered Elisabeth a dwarf or anything. Wait. Where they dwarves? The teen was pretty certain it was dwarves that went along with Snow What's-her-face.

She had never really liked that movie. Myself had though. Ace only ever watched one part and it was the part where the dwarves went strolling along to work singing 'hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work we go'. She did know the dwarves names though. There was Bashful, and Doc. And Lumpy. No, no. Dopey. Hey! Maybe that's what she should call Flops instead! Or maybe Sleepy would be more like it, because Merlin the boy could sleep! Probably sleep his life away if you let him. Speaking of the dwarves...

"Oi! Bashful! Looks like we got a Grumpy to add to the dwarf collection eh?" The redhead said in regards to Zabini, who was clearly now being dubbed Grumpy by the Hufflepuff keeper. Most likely because of his current mood. "Ahoy there Blondie-Locks! What ya doin' up so early for eh? Ain't ya need ya beauty sleep? What? Ya want to look like a troll?" There was likely a good chance that even her best friend, who she had just been beating with her broom, had no clue just what she was talking about, or even why or how she was on what seemed to be such good terms with one Draco Malfoy, but Ace hardly paid attention enough to catch any odd looks from either her housemates or Malfoy's as she bounced over to the blonde to punch him on the arm playfully.

"Oi! Ya callin' me a cowardly Blondie-Locks? Ain't very nice of ya." The redhead grinned all the more widely as she comically whacked the Slytherin captain with her broom much like she had done Tobias. Call it initiation. If she was whacking you, she loved you. On some weird level. Or planet. Because the teen seemed to come from a whole other planet. That she lived on most days. "Well alright then Grumper, don't go getting ya balls twisted up in a knot now. We'll play ya, ya silly snakes." With another whack at the laughing Malfoy with her broom, Ace mounted the thing and took off to her hoops, circling them and hovering while waiting for the practice, match, scrimmage, whatever you wanted to call whatever it was they were now doing.

It wasn't long before the Slytherin she had dubbed 'Grumpy' was speeding toward her, and he used a move that she considered to be very close to a soccer move that ol' Flops had used before in a one on one game they played on the grounds. She could tell it was going fast, since the damn thing was making a whistling sound as it flew through the air at her, sounding a lot like it was about to blow up the closer it got. For most people it would be cause enough to move at of the moving object's way, but not Ace.

She made her move as soon as she could see where it was heading, and dropped in on it from where she had been circling above the posts. If she got there in time, she'd take it to the chest, and she had her arms ready to hug it to her if she got it in time. Hopefully the bloody thing didn't knock her off her broom while it was at it.

The member 'Acelynn McGregor' has done the following action : Quidditch Die

'Keepers' : 1

Draco was pleased when Holly agreed to the match, but he was annoyed with his key chaser's attitude toward his own fiancee and the bored way he flew off in general. Ugh. If his damn team was going to be lazy, they had something coming, and they weren't going to like it. When this little scrimmage was over, the blonde planned to lay down the law, and anyone who wasn't ready to give one hundred percent to him was going to find himself in trouble. He didn't even bother to think 'herself,' since he knew very well his fail snake would rise to any challenge he presented to her.

A punch to the arm and whack to the back of his head had him snapping out of his thoughts, only to glare at Ace. "Oi, if you concuss me you forfeit for your team, Ace!" he quipped, not commenting about the troll remark. He'd gotten plenty of sleep. The blonde always got up early when he could help it. Draco rubbed the back of his head as he offered Ace a secret smile and a wink before mounting his broom and pushing up into the air.

Now he was in game mode, and he wouldn't hesitate to send a bludger at the badger he'd befriended. Rather than aim for her, however, he took a whack at the ball that had nearly hit Blaise, sending it soaring toward the head boy and turning his head just in time to watch the quaffle fly right through Acelyn's hoop.

"Ha! Wouldn't dream of calling you a coward, Ace. Just a butterfingers!" he yelled as he flew around the back of her hoops and out over the pitch, watching the trajectory of his hard-hit ball. The likelihood of it hitting was fifty-fifty, as he'd given it a good hard whack, but Tobias was a ways across the pitch.

Hopefully the chaser would have a small concussion to start the match. Then Draco might stand a chance at leading his team to victory. Of course, it wasn't a real game, but still... He'd be damned if he didn't give it his all.

The member 'Draco Malfoy' has done the following action : Quidditch Die

'Beaters' : 3

Elisabeth raised her eyebrow slightly at Ace, whom had just taken to dubbing her Bashful. She wasn't really sure why she had started calling her that specifically, but she'd ask for details later. The blonde breathed an inward sigh of relief when Holly wasn't mad at her for her tardiness, and nodded in understanding, making a note to herself to find some sort of alarm for Saturdays when they had practice. 

The sixth year leaned on her broom as Holly began practice, but of course she was interrupted by none other than Draco Malfoy. Elisabeth hadn't really had many encounters with the Slytherin prefect, though she couldn't help but stifle a laugh as Ace whacked the boy upside the head with her broom as she had done to Tobi only moments before. The Hufflepuff raised another eyebrow at Ace when she had referred to she and Blaise as being part of a collection of dwarves, what did the names Bashful and Grumpy have to do with dwarves? She'd have to question the redheaded girl later. 

For now, the girl's focus was quidditch, and mounted her broom, rising into the brisk Autumn air as the scrimmage started. She followed behind Blaise as he shot the quaffle at the hoop Ace was guarding. The Slytherin chaser seemed quite confident, and it looked as if he had good reason to be, as the quaffle got past Ace, which was a rare occurrence from what the blonde had seen and heard. 

The chaser kept a close eye as she watched as Draco hit the ball towards Tobi, who was still on the other side of the pitch. Determined to intercept it, as even with multiple whacks to the head, courtesy of Ace's broom, Tobi was probably just as tired as he was beforehand. The sixth year raced on her broom to attempt to intercept it, her blue eyes darting across the pitch as she focused on the quaffle.

The member 'Elisabeth Neige' has done the following action : Quidditch Die

'Chasers' : 4

She'd heard her team grumbling while she was getting ready for a morning run and figured she should see what was going on. Good thing too, or Nikki would have been left behind while the rest of them went off to a scrimmage against Hufflepuff. She couldn't believe how often she was left out or just plain forgotten around the so called snake pit! Stupid boys. They had her in a foul mood before even reaching the pitch, and then Blaise spoke.

"Dammit, it's girls! Plural!" she barked, irritated and ready to start throwing blows at the dark-skinned boy. The thing was, she was more upset that he didn't notice her than the others. They were just stupid guys, but Blaise... he was different. She'd been drawn to him since he came to the school and now he didn't even notice her? It stung.

Ever since Malfoy had let one girl on the team, Nikki had come to realize she might just be able to earn her spot finally. Her wish had come true when she dared to try out after the mockery of a match against Gryffindor. It seemed his girlfriend had convinced the blonde that girls might be worth a spot on his team, and Nikki was happy to prove that point.

With anger flashing in her wide turquoise eyes, the bushy haired brunette kicked off and got into the air, flying along as Blaise made his shot and finding herself unable to keep from smiling a tiny bit. She followed the blonde Puff's movement and noticed the wild way in which the quaffle was moving. Perfect.

Swooping in, Nikki snatched the ball from the foolish and sleepy looking girl, zooming back toward the redheaded Keeper and smirking all the while. "I'll make sure you never forget me again, Blaise," she muttered to herself as she took her shot, throwing it hard and with perfect aim at the right-most hoop.

The member 'Nikki Marshall' has done the following action : Quidditch Die

'Chasers' : 10