"Nonsense, if you can fly, then you can throw a quaffle," he said before noticing her wobble a little as she flew to the posts. "Just don't overcompensate when you throw, otherwise you'll hurl yourself off the broom!"
He tried yelling over the wind, but wasn't sure his voice carried. He shrugged. They'd find out soon enough.
Wood circled the goal posts heartily, grinning like a school boy, looking like a dog guarding its territory.