Mo had been raised by quidditch players.

This was her time.

It helped that she had been able to snooker her dad into buying her a new broom. It was a pity the team didn't need a seeker, she would have been suited to it, but chaser it was, and chaser she would get. She mounted her broom after listening to the instructions, noted and nodded at her current teammates and set off.

The flying was the easiest part, (which meant ducking the dungbombs— an ingenious motivation really) she would have to work on her dexterity a little, to get the hang of the quaffle, but she was determined and she would practice, had practiced over the last few days, to get better. Maybe she could have Tells throw things at her until she could catch things without looking.