A quick glance over told Renee that she was being stalked closely by Anand. She saw him coming and feigned a dive before pulling up on her broom at the last minute, hopefully tricking him. No time to look and see if it worked — she was so close that she could taste that goal.

She darted quickly, covering the last few meters between her and the goalposts. She took aim and sent the Quaffle soaring toward the Indian goal, furrowing her brow in concentration, ready to catch a rebound if necessary... Or celebrate a goal with her signature hair toss and smile to the crowd. They ate it up every time.