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-It's not exactly stealing if I return it, right?
Reagan slowly made her way towards the Quidditch training pitch while anxiously scanning the area around her every 3 seconds. In her sweating hand, she gripped one of the school broomsticks that she had snitched from class and carefully hid behind one of the bushes to use later.
Reagan has always loved flying. From the day she understood the word flying her passion for it grew and grew. She'd sneak out to watch her brother train and begged her parents to take her to the Quidditch World Cup every 4 years. Not even her partial blindness stopped her from taking one of his brothers' older brooms and practice flying and catching falling objects with it.
Reagan always found Chasers more fascinating than anything on the Quidditch Pitch. The admired their speed and the control they have over their brooms. She watched in awe as they passed the ball between each other and how they dodged Bludgers while remaining on their brooms.
Luckily for her, the Pitch was empty. She sighed in relief and hopped on her broom. As her feet lifted off the ground a happy smile twisted her lips. In the distance, she could see yellow coats racing up and down. Hufflepuffs were training on the other Pitch.
She flew higher towards the rings and circled them. The faint wind stroked her face and pulled strands out of her messy bun. For the next minutes, Reagan was racing with the wind from one end of the Pitch to another.
Last edited by Boniface Murtagh MacTavish on 22nd August 2019, 11:34 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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