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Bazinga 
As she went back to focusing on looking for the snitch and keeping her eyes on the bludgers that were going around, Chloe started getting more and more confident as she flew around. Where was that snitch, she wanted to get it again, she was going to fully prove she should be there and she wasn't going to give up until she was seeker again this year. Her life revolved around quidditch and she wasn't going to let anything get in her way.
Moving around the pitch she was starting to watch the others as well as look for the snitch. All her claw friends looked good on brooms, she wasn't feeling bent out of shape about them competing against her, but pride in all their hard work. As she looked around the pitch she noticed something out of the corner her eye and turned just in time to see the dummies with the quaffle.
Pushing her broom down she hurried to get out of their way but didn't get away soon enough as one hit the back of her broom. Going into a spin she started to descend towards the ground. Pulling her broom up she tried to get control back and finally, it leveled and she shot across the pitch to get her balance and continue looking for the snitch.
It was a shame that those dummies didn't have real eyes. Perhaps one of them would have then moved out of the way... the Quaffle was passed to its comrade, which zoomed off down the pitch... but the dummy that remained had just nicked the back of Chloe's broom and had to do a bit of manoeuvring to not fly directly down to the ground and catch up to the other dummy.
As Chloe shot down the pitch, still the Snitch was nowhere to be found.
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Fireheart Avalon ducked her head just in time as a bludger soared toward her broom. She heard it whiz past her ear, rustling her hair and causing her to jolt her broom to the right. She sped downward to get away from it, but looked back up to see that another player had grabbed the snitch. Darn it. Why couldn't she have avoided that bludget? She desperately wanted to prove to herself that she was capable of playing more than one Quidditch position, but it was seeming more and more obvious that her strengths lied with the chaser position. Well, at least she had tried. She attempted to reassure herself: she wasn't an awful seeker...just not the best on the pitch at the time. Avalon steered her broom back toward the sky, continuing to look for another glint of gold.
The Bludger just barely avoided making contact with Avalon... soon it sped off toward one of the stand towers and made a lap around the exterior of the pitch... it returned to the middle of the playing field, but it did not linger there very long as it had locked on to a duo of dummies with a Quaffle.
Suddenly a glint of gold appeared, though it just so happened that the Snitch was fluttering down near the ground, right beside the Flying instructor's shoulder...