Then He thought back to his earlyish days at the orphanage. He was taught never to go easy. The only way to win was to work hard for it. No Easy win would be a good win and would make the winner feel bad. He saw the midway point just ahead of him and pushed forward. He glanced back quickly seeing the girls were a good distance behind. He leaned forward and pushed the broom to itself speed. He shot forward and towards the finish line.
He loved the feel of the wind whizzing past him. Just the thought of flying always excited him. He loved how exhilarating it was. He felt free when he flew. He loved racing especially. He flt himself zoning out and shook his head to clear it. He needed to stay focus and keep his eye on the prize. He took a quick glance behind him and say that both girls were nearing him. He leaned more into his broom if that was possible and pushed forward.
Kyden Zarye Goodlow // Editor for the Slytherin News-magazine //