Fred loved being in the air, flying was amazing, playing Quidditch was fantastic and he missed it. As the Bludger came flying towards him he brought out his bat from where he'd tucked it inside his robes and smashed the angry iron ball to the other end of the pitch. He'd barely had time to put the bat away when the Quaffle was thrown at him, hard.
'That's because we're the best. Could have played for England, but we come as a pair. Not many teams want two beaters at a time.' Tucking the red ball under his arm, he leaned low over the broom putting on a burst of speed as he headed goal-ward. Dropping his right shoulder a little he feinted towards the left hand goal, before flipping and sending the ball sailing towards the right hand one instead.
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