Kurumi looked down at the ground and, for perhaps the first time, didn't feel like her stomach was turning summersaults. Perhaps it was the fact that she had gained a little bit of confidence in receiving a broom, perhaps it was that she had been selected for the team, or perhaps it was more of her gaining confidence in herself? Kurumi figured her having her own broom was probably the biggest factor.

Rising higher now until she was level with one of the flaming barrels, Kurumi removed the waffle quaffle from under her arm and held it in her hands as she hovered there for a few moments. No time like the present, right? Swallowing hard, she tucked the ball back under her arm and leaned forward, propelling herself forward and sloooooooowly through the first barrel. She probably went through it a little too slowly seeing as the edges of her robes. Kurumi began waving her arms around frantically, forgetting for the moment that they had been charmed to be fireproof.

As she flailed, Kurumi lost her grip on the quaffle and it slipped out from under her arm and fell back down towards the pitch.

MERLIN!

She sure hoped that it didn't hit anyone on the way down!

Kurumi pointed the nose of her broom downwards and began a swan dive towards the falling quaffle.