Selwyn grabbed the quaffle from the air, and was slightly surprised nobody intercepted, because frankly, his broom just wasn't that great. Tucking it securely under his arm, it was great to feel the wind in his hair as he raced down the pitch toward the goals.
Well, this was a very uneventful match. Where
was everyone? No chasers, no bludgers, no seekers...
---We interupt this post for a musical interlude. Please follow along to the tune of The Time Warp ---
Now a swerve to the left.
And a feint to the riiiiiiiiiiight.
Put your hands on the quaffle.
And hold on to your broom real tight!
And it's the lack of defense that really drives us insaaaaaane
Shoot for a goal cos that's how we play this game!
---End Musical Interlude---
"Hafiz! I'm going left! No, I'm goin right! No I'm going for the middle! Nah, just joshin' I'm really going... um...."
Selwyn tossed the quaffle at the right hoop.