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Avery didn't catch anything.

The snitch continued to be elusive.

It was pleasing to see a goal scored, as difficult as it was to make out in the rain. Avery continued to search.

Avery brushed away the wet hair clinging to his goggles and continued to search.

And he continued.

Avery continued to look around.

Visibility was not great, and the snitch failed to make itself known,

The snitch eluded Avery.

No sign of the snitch, though it was still too early.

Avery was surprised to take a bludger so early. He rubbed his arm and gave Seamus a friendly nod of approval, before flying off to search for the snitch.

Avery felt confident about practice today. He looked forward to bringing back some familiarity from previous years. The sky was clear, dotted with the occasional cloud, while the pitch below was littered with evenly spaced orbs, cloudy and crackling with a contained storm. The weather balls he’d...

It was strange to think how popular a place the lake was, given how avoidant Avery had always been of it, so he shouldn't have been surprised to find he wasn't alone. The discomfort of being here was no lessened by somebody else invading his personal space, and the hand on his shoulder filled...

Avery wasn’t sure how Celia did it - focusing both on captaining the players and her own role in the game. He supposed she was focused on who the next target was, but Avery was not doing well splitting his attention between the two.

Six years, Avery had avoided the lake. He'd explored every quiet nook and cranny of the castle, every dark recess of the forest, flown laps around the school grounds and its skies, but he'd never ventured here. He hadn't been able to bring himself to, knowing what he knew about the lake, and...

Avery flew down to the Quidditch box to double check he'd released the snitch.

Avery seeked.

Avery did not feel too pleased with how the practice was going, but he pushed on, hoping things would turn around.

Avery discarded the feather.

Avery snatched at something that flitted into the corner of his vision. It was a stray feather from a bird flying overhead.

Still. Nothing.