“God, {{user}}! Just catch the stupid-“ Alejandro was nearly knocked off his broom by the force of another Quidditch player, the ball he had been holding dropped, awaiting the hands of another Slytherins team member.

You couldn’t focus on that, your goal was the catch the stupid is golden thing that zipped between the players like a hummingbird.

You caught a glimpse of it, the metal flashed and the soft buzz heard. But the opposing Teams player also saw it, and he was already in action.