Silvia angled her broom handle upward and leaned forward. She was off to the other end of the pitch with the squirrel on her broom. She swerved to the left to avoid another squirrel, and dived a few feet to dodge another student. She did not bother to watch out for flying squirrels behind her, since she already had one on the tail of her broom. As she approached the far side of the pitch, she flew upwards and slowed down, coming to a stop at the level of the highest branches of a tree.

She turned around to look at the squirrel behind her. "Here we are Mister...or Miss, Squirrel." The squirrel sat up on the broom and sniffed the air. Then it leaped from the broom and onto a tree branch. Finally! she thought, glad to be free from this hitchhiker. She waved at the squirrel and then began to fly off. But just as she did so she had to do a double-take; did that squirrel just wave back?!