Quinn fell into a barrel roll right as the bludger flew past, narrowly missing her leg as she attempted to tuck in her feet even more than they already were. Pulling upwards, she stared after the bludger as it continued on its merry way, doing her best impersonation of indifference as it connected with the Novas' Keeper. Still, she couldn't help but smirk, knowing she would feel bad about being pleased with Oliver's misfortunes later, but now? Now she could judge him for his carelessness as much as she wanted. She only paused a few seconds to watch this all unfold before reminding herself that she had a job to do.
She kept circling, scanning for the snitch, keeping tabs on Milenova, not paying attention to the chaser action happening beneath her. No matter what had happened, there was no way that her team was down 150 points, and it was highly unlikely that there would be such a disparaging difference in scores the entire match considering who were chasing and keeping. Every few minutes she would do some aerial maneuver, not something that was necessary for quidditch, but the woman wanted to make sure that people were still paying attention to her. She was just mucking it up for charity, of course.
But she could only keep up the act for so long. Her need to play an actual match got the best of her and soon she wasn't out to put on a show anymore. It was a charity match for Hogwarts, after all. Surely the Hogwarts alumna (did she still get to use that word if she dropped out?) should be the one to catch the snitch, not someone who had probably never even been to Scotland. Quinn resumed her laps, removing all acrobatics from her pursuits, leaving out both the insults and the come ons when she flew close to Wood.
It seemed like Milenova was having the same thoughts that she was. Catch the snitch, bring home the win. She must have figured out by now that having a high points match would take forever and it was up to the two seekers to keep things interesting. They were flying in opposite directions, both apparently relying on their own abilities to spot the snitch rather than rely on outflying the other when they spotted it. Quinn at least had to give her credit for that, anyway. It was either a great seeker or a stupid one that thought they were better than her, and considering the match they were playing in, it might actually be the former option.
The half second that passed between her seeing the snitch and her registering that it wasn't just the glitter of Hooch's earring (gold really wasn't her color, anyway) was enough time for it to take off again. The snitch took a sudden turn downwards, heading towards the ground, and Quinn followed suit. She leaned into the dive, not being discreet about her sudden increase in speed, willing the other players to get out of her way so she didn't have to take her eyes off the little golden ball. Milenova might as well have been miles away. It was just Quinn and the snitch now. It wasn't a matter of
if she would catch it, but rather how good it would feel when she did it.
Practically everyone she knew was either on the pitch or in the stands, undoubtedly with their eyes on her, and she was about to make up for all her other mishaps of the season. Quinn flattened herself to her broom as much as possible, angling her body the tiniest bit to lengthen her right arm a precious few inches. The snitch took another sharp turn, this time to the right, but as if she had anticipated it, Quinn was right behind, still diving and closing in on the snitch.
She was imagining the feel of the snitch in her outstretched hand even before her fingers were successfully closing around it, its wings beating angrily against her palm. Alternating between smirking and smiling, the Falcons' seeker flew back up, her hand and catch held up for everyone to admire. This was definitely going to bode well for the upcoming playoffs, and the looks on all the losers' faces (especially Oliver's) wouldn't be disappointing either.
spot the snitch
Rolled 1d10 : 9, total 9
catch the snitch
Rolled 1d10 : 6, total 6
