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Originally Posted by
MadAlice
Oh, dear, maybe she should have tried to stand after all--trying to catch a Quaffle while also trying to hold onto a broom was rather difficult. Her broom was travelling forward at a bit of a wobble, too.
And here it came--Violet veered to intercept it, nearly throwing herself off the boom, and quite unexpectedly actually caught the thing for once! She also overbalanced, however, and started sliding sideways around toward the underside of the broom. Desperate to free her hand, Violet managed to toss it back over to Dahlia, not bothering to look to see if the other girl was ready. But this was no time to be polite--Violet gripped her now-free hand back onto the broom handle, clamped hard with her legs, and tried with all her might to right herself before she slid right off.
Maybe she should've been paying more attention to whether or not Violet had caught the quaffle. Or perhaps her feet should've been further apart when she began to straighten herself up a little more, keeping her knees bent only enough to help her balance. Then again it might've helped if she had been able to hear Aguilar shouting about 'putting their weight on their front foot'.
All of those things might've been able to prevent what was about to happen. That wind that was blowing directly at them was enough to take her off her feet on a good day. Now factor that she was on a broom... standing. Not the best combination for someone who was still learning.
The small brunette had barely made it up onto her feet when the wind began to blow. She tried to lean back slightly then forward and to the sides, arms still out stretched but almost flailing in an attemt to keep her from falling over. It sort of reminded her of the very first time she had ever put on roller skates. She had wanted to go one way but her feet had chosen a different path. Just like right now.
To make matters worse, her hair was a mess and all in her face and... was that a QUAFFLE?! Lia's eyes widened when she caught sight of the quaffle flying directly at her, there had been no warning. She knew that she could miss it and then just go get it but.. that wasn't the point in this activity. Reaching out her arms and leaning to the side she managed to catch the quaffle, pulling it in towards her chest. Her other arm remained out to the sides and she rocked back and forth trying to keep steady but it wasn't enough. Her feet slipped off the broom and down she went.
Dahlia did the only thing she could think before she hit the ground. She threw the quaffle as hard as she could in the direct of the goal posts. The throw was good but not enough, she had missed by a few feet.