Seriously. This was absolutely insane and almost not worth it. The Chasers didn't even know who they were passing to, let alone who was on their team. The keepers only had a few seconds to even realize that someone was trying to score on them, and the beaters, well, Amber could barely even see the bludger to whack it, nor did she even know where it would end up going once she did that herself. She didn't even know if she had hit anything or anyone, or if she had hit her own teammates. Even with Pete shouting at her a warning, it was difficult. "Not helping!" she told him, though it really did, but still, it was hard. Exciting, and fun, and adventurous, but hard. 

She was almost glad for a break. She was having fun, but she was also frustrated as well and she had no idea which one was overwhelming her more. She collapsed onto the bench and then went and grabbed some food and something to drink. Then she crashed on the bench again. 

"Great, right," she grumbled before jumping up and stealing whatever it was that Pete was using. "I'm taking this," she told him, thinking if it worked for him it might work for her. "There seriously has to be something they can do about the bloody fog," she then complained. Amber really wasn't sure how much longer all of them could go for.