Gliding towards the goal posts,
Quaffle under arm.
Opponent coming,
Pass the Quaffle just in time,
Zoom ahead to help.
They return the pass,
Almost there, tricked the Keeper,
The Quaffle soars past.
It goes through the ring,
I high-five my glad teammates,
Then resume the game.
I have the Quaffle,
The whistle blows, stopping me,
The game is over.
A/N This was another different style of poem, Haikus! I'm sorry for the little wait. I'll try not to make you wait as long for the final chapter. Keep an eye out for the next chapter!