Wood watched her intently as she approached his goal posts. She was moving pretty impressively, especially for someone who had lost her memory. Then again, much of flying was instinctive.
The Middle hoop? Really? He laughed. So predictable.
He planned his next movements such that he'd grab the quaffle just before it went through the middle hoop and not a moment sooner.
Oliver almost lazily sped for the middle hoop as Natalie feinted, but then the ball wasn't where it was supposed to be. He watched - helplessly - as the quaffle sailed through the left most hoop. His jaw dropped; he grinned.