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Stormdancer 
Holly grinned as the Flying Professor addressed them all, giving him a wave with a wiggle of her fingers. Her long, curly hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and she didn’t care. Once the wind started whipping around her, it would be an even bigger mess, so she just needed it out of her face. So she could see and defend from the quaffles. Ohhh yes, she was focused. Focused and ready to make sure none of the other Slytherin’s took her position.
Defend the hoops from the dummies who would be acting as Chasers with the Quaffle. Got it.
Giving one last look up at Patrick in the stands, Holly finished off her stretching (though she’d already gone for a quick jog after lunch to start warming up) before pulling on the rest of her safety gear. Then she took a breath and started to jog on the spot. 10 minutes a person was a long time to get cold. Injuries could easily happen if you didn’t keep your own body warm.
When it was her turn, she huffed out thankfully, stretching her neck and rolling her shoulders and arms before getting onto her broom and kicking off.
Here we go.
Out of the mechanical dummies that were present, only three of them came to life. As soon as a Quaffle was released into the air, one of the dummies sped toward the red ball and made its way down the pitch. Its fellow dummies also followed suit, and the three began to pass the Quaffle from one to the other.
The middle dummy was in possession of the Quaffle. Then the left dummy, he right dummy, the left dummy again, and back to the middle dummy.
It did not take very long at all for the trio of dummies to fly their way to the end of the pitch. There was some distance between them, though they continued passing to each other as they inched closer and closer. The middle dummy pressed onward, making it seem as if it were going to make an attempted at scoring... but last-minute it chucked the Quaffle to the left dummy, which then aimed and released the red ball from its grasp...