Graham Montague is flying towards you with the quaffle in his hands, headed for the goals you are guarding. He fakes left but then goes right. If you answer this by 6:30 EST you will catch his fake out and block your right hoop, earning 15 points for your team, but if not then you misread him and fly to guard your left.
Morag MacDougal was flying along the hoops, her eyes on the game going on before her. Morag had been able to stop most of the Quaffles that had come her way in the first few minutes of the game. She had managed to lift a pain killing potion from the Hospital Wing when Pomfrey wasn't looking, taking it right before the game. The pain that had been bothering her for the past few weeks was suddenly gone, for a few hours at least. She knew Terry wasn't happy that she hadn't decided to sit this one out but she knew that he'd be in the crowd somewhere cheering her on. This was an opportunity to be seen by scouts that she couldn't turn down.
Her eyes darted to the crowd to see if she could catch a quick glimpse of her boyfriend. Suddenly the Slytherin crowd began to cheer and Morag glanced up, seeing Graham Montague breaking away from the crowd. She quickly flew her broom to the middle of the hoops, watching the Quaffle in his hand. Smirking to herself, she watched as Montague moved to the left. Morag moved to go block the left hoop before reminding herself that this was Graham's classic move. Fake left, go right.
Taking a chance, she moved favored the right hoop. Watching as Graham kept his eyes on the left. Suddenly as he got closer to her and the hoops, he quickly moved to the right and shot the Quaffle. Morag gritted her teeth as she reached out for the Quaffle, catching it before it scored into the right hoop. Grinning to herself as she heard the cheers, tossing the Quaffle to Justin, she grinned over at Graham, shock on his face.
"Better luck next time, Montague."