Okay, this was- well, it was a nice idea, but when it came to putting it into practice, Sinead wasn't so keen. Yes, she knew everyone was obsessed with Quidditch, but this was technically a flying lesson and not a Quidditch one, so why did they have to start having things thrown at them? Flying was one thing, but catching had never been her strong suit.

Still, if he said "avoid" was allowed as well as catch, she might be alright at this. Though really, she still wasn't sure it was the best way to spend her time. Maybe she shouldn't be coming to Flying lessons after this.

She set off on another lap of the pitch as instructed, keeping a wary eye out for any would-be assaulting quaffles that might fly her way. It didn't take long for one to appear- fresh from somebody else deflecting it, the ball lazily flew towards her, giving her plenty of time to duck into a little dive and let it fly over her head. Did that count? If so; one down, 9 to go.