Intense. That was the word that Caitlin was able to pull out when the match started. Her every nerve was on edge, her ears straining to hear and her eyes narrowed to make out shadows in the fog. The whole thing was a mess from the word go, to be honest, but she did her best to follow the sounds of Derek and Nat, her ears becoming rather accustomed to the sound of the whine of Bludgers as the match progressed. Honestly, she'd never realized just what sort of sound they'd made before this. The Quaffle, on the other hand, was nearly silent and she felt almost surprised on a few occasions when she'd caught it. The surprise never kept her from moving fast when she did get the Quaffle.

It was the Bludgers she most feared as she moved through the fog and she dodged more than a few at the very last moment, her heart pounding hard and fast in her chest. She was proud of herself, though. Proud that she was managing so well as she caught up with and left her fellow teammates. At least until she got a Quaffle through the wrong goal. That it happened to Hufflepuff only minutes later meant nothing; she was still horrified. That the fog had gotten her entirely turned around didn't ease her own irritation with herself, either.

When it came time for the break, she landed hard on the pitch floor and found Nat. "This is ridiculous," she moaned when she found his tall form as they headed to the locker room to get some sustenance.