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- Nick
Matt's mouth widely opened at amazement as he entered the quidditch pitch. "Do they really play quidditch here?" Matt's mind over-flowed with memories from when he was little. He remembered how his dad would throw golf balls while he was on his child broom. His dad would throw soccer balls through a hula hoop and he would have to catch them. He would zoom through the house with his dog chasing him, and pretend he was holding the quaffle. Matt was so glad to finally come to an actual quidditch pitch. Curiously, Matt began to inspect the area.