Sierra narrowed her eyes in determination. Seeing that she only had two more barrels to go gave her the ambition to get a move on and get this over with. She eyed the barrel up ahead, making sure her aim was just right, and she wouldn't ending up scorching herself.

Well, the charms would prevent that anyway, but she didn't exactly want to take any chances. She made one more steer to the left and then flew right through the middle of barrel number twenty-nine. Now...where was that thirtieth and final barrel?

Spotting it just up ahead, she made a beeline for it, soaring straight through it just as she'd hoped she would. Dear Merlin! That was it! She'd done it...