The quidditch pitch was desterted, as it usually was this time of day. Alice hummed softly to herself, pleased that the weather was warm and the sky clear. It was a great day for flying, and she couldn't wait to get her feet off the ground. Having spent most of the morning and a good deal of the afternoon in the greenhouse between classes, Alice
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"Nice day for a race, don't you think?"
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"Got Keda some flowers. You proud?"
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Alice tried to pull up but only managed to loose control of the broom. She hit unstable and ended up rolling across the pitch. "Fuck," she said softly, her eyes closed. She was too afraid to move.
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He turned her over so she was on her side, and able to push herself up when she felt stable.
"You alright alleycat?"
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