She was gaining on the boy.. only a few inches a way from his broom's brush end when the broom decided to take a break..

..and stop. Louisa froze with the broom, suspended in midair, not so high above the ground luckily, and with a stretched right arm. Anyone looking at the posture would think it was a statue for a fallen Quidditch player back in time.

Blink..blink..

Huh? What the hell happened? She thought the whole world froze, Louisa straightened up holding the broomstick with both hands and looked around her. Nope. Everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs and moving save for her br--

WHAAAOOO! The broom was descending, head first, toward the ground, "WAAAA!! NOOOO! HEEEEEEELP!" Louisa joined the shouting people of team one, instead of sounding so bald and rough she was whining and screaming like a girl..a babygirl.

"MERLINE! GO UUUUP!" Vashti's instructions shot through her head as she moved the broomstick upward with all her might, shutting her eyes in case she fell to the ground...and died.