Originally Posted by Stormdancer

Three dummies. Okay, that was just like there being three chasers. That was fine, she could do this. Rolling her shoulders, she moved further up into the air to hover between the goals, all the while her eyes watching the rhythm that the dummies were moving. Her knees grasped the broom as she watched, one hand close to the broom handle but not touching it. She had long figured out how to use her core muscles to help her when she was hovering and flying. She constantly thanked her 10+ years of gymnastics.

As the dummies moved closer to her, not passing, her eyes narrowed slightly. She’d seen the Chasers on the team last year doing something similar - a feignt… but which way would the dummy throw? Her eyes looked at the other two, trying to figure out who was closer and more likely to score… then she made a guess based on the fact the dummy on her right (the left dummy)... but that didn’t help her stop the goal, that only told her which one of the three she needed to look out for - so she moved to the side, now protecting the middle and right goals more than the left as she hoped she was right.

And she was right, the right dummy now had the quaffle. Which meant she just needed to catch it. Easy. Watching the dummy for slightly movements in its broom, she raised her own broom and moved it to the side a little move, her own hands now stretching out to block most of the hoops - that dummy wasn’t scoring if it was the last thing she did.

... Except she was too low, she could see where that Quaffle was going, and she'd just miss it!! She leant backwards, quickly raising her broom upwards, then her hands wrapped around the Quaffle, holding it close to her chest as she caught a glimpse of the top of the far goal behind her. Oft. That was close.

Sneaky dummy. Sneaky.