Gwen was excited to fly, to say the least. She had been to the Quidditch World Cup when America played Mongolia, and even though Mongolia had won, it was amazing. She'd always dreamed of flying herself, maybe even playing Quidditch. She looked at the broom. "Up!" She said. The broom shot up into her hands. She decided it must've been her will to learn the game. Looking at the people around her, she grinned. |