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Practicing

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Faciln strolled out onto the Quidditch gear on, Firebolt and Quidditch set in hand. He sat the set down and got out the snitch. Setting it free he close the set's box and hopped on his Firebolt, setting off after the snitch.
 
Hovering in the air above the pitch he looked around, hoping a gold flash or a silent flutter of tiny wings would catch his senses. Sitting there, he thought he saw a flash and took off after it. He made the mistake of taking his eye off the Snitch for one second, just enough time for the Snitch to take off in another direction and for him to lose track of it completely.

He hovered back up into the air and waited for another sign, hoping it would come soon.
 
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