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Taylor had her Quidditch training gear on, goggles resting on her forehead, gloves held in her hand and Nimbus 2001 resting over her shoulder. It was a gorgeous Spring day. As Taylor walked towards the pitch, she breathed in the fresh air, a cool breeze hitting her cheeks. Bounding to the centre of the pitch, Taylor rested her broom on the grass, pleased that she had the entire thing to herself today. She pulled on her gloves and brought the goggles down over her eyes. Picking up her broom, Taylor pushed off straight away, inhaling deeply and revelling the feeling of being free that came with flying. Barrel-rolling to the side, Taylor set off for a few quick laps around the pitch.
Her cheeks tinted pink from the wind and her heart pounding from the laps, Taylor flew down to the Quidditch shed to retrieve a snitch to practise with. Clutching it in her hand, the Gryffindor flew back up to the centre and let it go, waiting for a few seconds before tearing off after it. She had the golden ball in her sights as she pushed herself further and further to gain as much speed as she could. Taylor may be uncoordinated on the ground, but she knew she had serious skills in the air. Her fringe whipped across her face as her speed increased, Taylor always felt so alive on a broom.
The snitch flew straight upwards in an instant and Taylor pulled her broom up and tore after it, her speed not slowing. She flew higher and higher, straight up into the air, her broom almost vertical. Taylor's mind was blank, her movements instinct alone. She loved the zone she entered when chasing down a snitch. Nothing else mattered in the world. The snitch quickly made a move over the top of Taylor's head, causing Taylor to attempt to follow the movement instinctively, but she only managed to pull her broom backwards. Of course, gravity got the better of her and with a shriek, Taylor's legs slipped off her Nimbus 2001 and she found herself suspended in mid-air, hanging from her broom. The snitch was long gone and Taylor felt her fingers slipping as her gloved hands struggled to hold on. Her heart thumped in her chest, as Taylor realised she was extremely high off the ground, if she fell, she would surely die. Although perhaps she was being over-dramatic. Opening her eyes, that she had unconsciously closed, Taylor looked down, seeing nothing but a blurry ground that lay metres below her. Swallowing, she felt tears sting her eyes, terror gripping her insides and causing her breath to come out short and shaky.
Taylor tried to lift her legs back up to swing over her broom, but her broom only wobbled and fell down a bit. Letting out another cry, Taylor squeezed her eyes shut again, choosing instead to stay still. She wasn't going to risk her broom falling to the ground. Her arms began to shake from exertion and as one hand slipped, Taylor quickly snapped it back to her broom handle again, determined to withstand the ache. Taylor really didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold on.
Her cheeks tinted pink from the wind and her heart pounding from the laps, Taylor flew down to the Quidditch shed to retrieve a snitch to practise with. Clutching it in her hand, the Gryffindor flew back up to the centre and let it go, waiting for a few seconds before tearing off after it. She had the golden ball in her sights as she pushed herself further and further to gain as much speed as she could. Taylor may be uncoordinated on the ground, but she knew she had serious skills in the air. Her fringe whipped across her face as her speed increased, Taylor always felt so alive on a broom.
The snitch flew straight upwards in an instant and Taylor pulled her broom up and tore after it, her speed not slowing. She flew higher and higher, straight up into the air, her broom almost vertical. Taylor's mind was blank, her movements instinct alone. She loved the zone she entered when chasing down a snitch. Nothing else mattered in the world. The snitch quickly made a move over the top of Taylor's head, causing Taylor to attempt to follow the movement instinctively, but she only managed to pull her broom backwards. Of course, gravity got the better of her and with a shriek, Taylor's legs slipped off her Nimbus 2001 and she found herself suspended in mid-air, hanging from her broom. The snitch was long gone and Taylor felt her fingers slipping as her gloved hands struggled to hold on. Her heart thumped in her chest, as Taylor realised she was extremely high off the ground, if she fell, she would surely die. Although perhaps she was being over-dramatic. Opening her eyes, that she had unconsciously closed, Taylor looked down, seeing nothing but a blurry ground that lay metres below her. Swallowing, she felt tears sting her eyes, terror gripping her insides and causing her breath to come out short and shaky.
Taylor tried to lift her legs back up to swing over her broom, but her broom only wobbled and fell down a bit. Letting out another cry, Taylor squeezed her eyes shut again, choosing instead to stay still. She wasn't going to risk her broom falling to the ground. Her arms began to shake from exertion and as one hand slipped, Taylor quickly snapped it back to her broom handle again, determined to withstand the ache. Taylor really didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold on.