#16 - New Adventures

"Awesome!" Grace looked at the Quaffle and the Beater's bat. Since she'd just come from a flying lesson, it was pretty cool to be doing something that was related to that. She decided to go with the Quaffle. Grace thought that it might've been cool to use the bat, since her mother had been a Beater. She chose the Quaffle instead because it was the position she played.

She mounted the broomstick after trying to read the name. It was a little disappointing that it was scratched out, since Grace would've wanted to know if she could have one. It was pretty. She hovered into the air, higher and higher. She only got scared when she realized how big the room seemed to be.

"Uh oh..." she said to herself, quietly even though no one was around. Where had she started, again? Where was she supposed to go? Then, she saw the goalpost, and felt a little bit better. She'd scored goals before, so she hoped she could do this.

Since there seemed to be no Keeper, Grace thought that it would be an easy shot to make. She tossed the Quaffle, trying to get it through the hoop. Maybe that was the point of this room.

Grace winced as the Quaffle missed the hoop and suddenly reappeared in her hands. She quickly shifted to holding the Quaffle with just one hand once she realized that it was starting to get windy. Maybe this was her punishment for missing the goal? She hoped that if she made the next one, the strong winds would stop. She realized she was slipping backwards, away from the hoop.

She gripped her broomstick tightly with one hand, since she was holding the Quaffle with her other hand, and flew back to the hoop. With so much wind, Grace knew she would have to put a lot more force into scoring with the Quaffle, so she took special care to do so, throwing the Quaffle as hard as she could.

Grace was satisfied in her belief that scoring a goal would make the wind stop. She was less satisfied to discover that a new thing would plague her instead. Grace thought of her warm blankets up in the common room and dreamed of having a new set of robes on that wasn't soaked. Maybe she needed to make up for her first mistake by scoring successfully a few times?

Grace tried to think of what the challenge could be as she hovered a little higher. The rain was pushing down, and she tried not to wonder where it came from as long as she still had the Quaffle, though she was intrigued by it. How high up did the ceilings go? She put the thoughts out of her mind so that she could focus.

The hoops was still semi-visible through the strong downpour, and Grace made her best attempt at scoring another goal.

Grace shivered. The snowstorm was rather frightening, mostly because it blocked Grace's view more than the rain had. She felt a little bit off track, as she had once again lost sight of the goalpost. It had to be around here somewhere, and putting the Quaffle through seemed to make the room do...something, even if it wasn't what Grace wanted.

Maybe it was a cycle and she just had to score enough goals to get it back to the 'normal' setting. As she reached the goalpost again, Grace aimed the Quaffle and hoped that it would go through the hoop and set the room back to normal.

Grace was able to score the goal! Awesome. Unfortunately, it didn't mean that she had a normal room. She winced as the room filled with fog. Every change just seemed to make things less and less visible. She could hardly see the goalpost at all now! Well, at least this was practice for if she ever needed to play in these conditions. It did make her feel very alone, though.

She hovered closer to the goalpost, Quaffle in hand as she prepared to make her latest attempt at a goal. Maybe this was the least visible, so the next setting had to be most visible--normal! At least, Grace hoped. Maybe she'd broken the room when she didn't score the first goal. She tossed the Quaffle at the outline of the goalpost, holding her breath to see if it went in.