Jemma nodded faintly, not particularly looking forward to learning this new trick. She had never been the bravest of people, and falling purposly off her broom...well, it wasn't something that she exactly enjoyed doing. Not many people enjoyed it really, she supposed, but she disliked it more than most people. She was worried that she would fall to the ground. She flew a little bit higher up, thinking that if she had more time when she was falling she would have more time to take out her wand and summon her firebolt.
Jemma bravely took the leap, falling purposely off her broom at a good fifteen feet high. Petrified, she snatched up her wand from her pocket. "Accio Firebolt!" she muttered, trying to make herself loud but failing in the heat of the moment. Luckily, her broom came rushing towards her. Not paying attention, she grabbed it and was left hanging in midair. She had an idea. Using the trick that she had learnt at the last Quidditch Practise, she managed to clamber back onto her broom. She was now sitting upright, barely three feet off the ground. She had nearly hit the ground, she realised. It was good that she didn't look down or she would have been too scared to cast the spell and would have fallen flat on the ground.
"I did it!" she yelled excitedly to her team mates, Zoe and Mariana. Even though she had only barely done it, she had. Somehow.