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Tyson and Immy arrived at the wet Quidditch Pitch, after an encounter with a proffesor on the second floor. Tyson headed over to the broom shed, and picked out nice dark one. It was unfortunate that he hadn't been able to get his own broom, but it was still under his bed in the Gryffindor boy dormitary.
"Ready?" he called to Immy, grinning, and wiping his wet hair out of his eyes.
"Ready?" he called to Immy, grinning, and wiping his wet hair out of his eyes.