Pete's eyes were on the quaffle and he was speeding toward it. It was as if he was watching it in slow motion. His hand was going to come up just short of where it needed to be to hit the quaffle away. But then... the bludger. The one that had zoomed past him now seemed to be coming back. It hit the tail of his broom, sending him spinning. But then, luckily, it hit the quaffle as well, hitting it away from the goal posts. Pete got his broom back under control and watched the quaffle go back into the hands of a chaser from India. He spared a glance at the bludger. Something was strange about the way it had moved, but that was more the beaters' concern than his own. His concern was the quaffle. If it was in the hands of the Indian chasers that meant it would be coming back his way. But he would be ready for it when it did.