Indeed, it was keeper that was the Ravenclaw's goal, and he kicked off from the ground to begin his second trial of the day.

(The school broomstick was a bit wobbly; hopefully if he made the team, Aunt Odira would allow him to purchase a broomstick of his own. He had the money—scads of it, really—but quite rightly would not have control of his own purse strings until adulthood.)

Now that he was the one guarding the hoops intead of trying to score on them, Jammy thought they were quite a bit larger, quite a bit further apart, than they had been minutes ago. Diligently, the lad set about trying to block as many of the quaffles as he could, and trying not to view any misses as a Personal Failing.