13. Qudditch/Breaking the Fourth Wall
Sitting perched on her broom her thighs hugging the thin wood pole below her. Arching to one side then the over the broom began to move swish-swish, slowly curving along with her body.

Then she saw it, the fluttering of wings. The glint of gold, the intelligent little creature she loved so much – the snitch. It sat right above your head, almost nestled in your hair. She dove, faster, faster trying to reach you in time.

Reaching out her hand her fingers clasped around it, grabbing some of your hair at the same time. Elated, breathless the match was won.