Post by banishedxfaerie on Apr 19, 2007 5:02:36 GMT
The blood-red Quaffle zoomed through the goal, and Fiona dived to catch it by the tips of her fingers before it hit the ground. She sliced through the air, her dark blond curls whipping around her face.
Her father had just sent her a new broom; a Meteor, the latest in the line that had produced the old Firebolts. In over a hundred years, that company had turned out the best racing brooms. They would have monopolized the market if it hadn't been for their price tags.
She rejoiced in the impeccable performance of the broom, her face set in concentration as she made yet another perfect practice shot.
She'd risen before her housemates to come down here, most of them would be at breakfast by now. It was wonderful to have the whole pitch to herself for once.
Her father had just sent her a new broom; a Meteor, the latest in the line that had produced the old Firebolts. In over a hundred years, that company had turned out the best racing brooms. They would have monopolized the market if it hadn't been for their price tags.
She rejoiced in the impeccable performance of the broom, her face set in concentration as she made yet another perfect practice shot.
She'd risen before her housemates to come down here, most of them would be at breakfast by now. It was wonderful to have the whole pitch to herself for once.