Qaz stood as instructed. She then pulled a pair of Mary Janes from her bag and swapped them for the Crocs that she was wearing. Nice slick soles, better for spinning. She’d tried to spin in her Crocs and almost twisted her ankle. Great shoes for most things, but not spinning.

Once Qaz had her hoop, Qaz stood behind it. She fixed her stare on the middle of the hoop. Over and over in her mind she was saying, ‘I am standing in the middle of the hoop. I am standing in the middle of the hoop.’ Nothing was happening. Right, forgot to spin…

Destination, Determination, Deliberation. Qaz opened her eyes, stared at the center of the hoop. ‘I will apparate into the hoop’ she thought without reservation. ‘I will apparate into the hoop’ She closed her eyes, did a tiny spin on her left foot and felt a bit of a wobble inside. She opened her eyes. The hoop was no longer in front of her, so she looked down, and there it was….on her right. She moved back behind the hoop.

Once again, thinking, thinking, thinking…I am in the hoop, I am in the hoop. This time, she kept her eyes open and did the tiniest of movement on her left foot and felt her stomach pull again….which made her close her eyes. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She looked down and she was smack dab in the middle of the hoop. Her heart was soaring. Just to make sure, she quickly checked behind her. Nothing left behind. No splinch. ‘I did it!’