Oh, hell no. Not in a million years. Lizzie eyed her broomstick with distaste. She was not getting on that thing... flying was for those who possessed that wonderful thing called hand-eye coordination - something in which Lizzie was sorely lacking.

She watched, jealous as her friends got on and zoom off around the pitch. Giving the broom another look, she swung one leg over the side and tentatively pushed off. Baaaaaad idea. She tried to direct herself back to the ground straight away, but leaning forward apparently made the thing go faster. She knew Quidditch was a bad thing.