“Hit it, would you?” Dylan said irritably. It was his fifth pitch and Beezus still couldn’t hit the apple he was throwing.

“Alright.” She answered, clutching the broom tightly in hands. Her arrogant cousin had decided to help her train for Quidditch before she attends Hogwarts, yet she wasn’t showing any progress at all.

“Oh, I give up.” Her cousin sighed and flew toward her. “You’re hopeless.” He added and gave her a smirk.

She snorted, poked his head and flew to the other side of the field.

“Hey!”

And their supposed to be practice had turned into a chase.