Natasha walked onto the pitch, broom in hand. It was her mother's old one from when she had been at school. Delani hadn't been on the Slytherin team, and her broom was rather suckish. An old Nimbus 2000, frayed from use. Naz pulled the yellow scrunchie off her wrist, and tied up her midnight hair Then she mounted her broom, smiling as she remebered how scared if heights she had been last year.
She flew up several metres, and surveyed the landscape. A few other people were leaving the pitch, brooms in hand. One girl stood alone, leaning against a post. Nazza flew up higher, and began to fly.
She hadn't flown for ages! The broom went straight forward, narrowly missing the post the the girl was leaning on. Nat wondered if she knew this girl, then shrugged, making the broom jerk suddenly. "Darn broom." she smirked, flying around the pitch, then up to the goalposts. She flew right through one, suprised she hadn't crashed.