Well, Violet hadn't caught a snitch, but at least she had finally managed the dive and pull-up maneuver, sort-of. She allowed her broom to rise in the air without hurrying to attempt another pass. She was not much of a flier, was extremely unlikely to ever play Quidditch, and was suddenly very tired of it all.

She had gone on with class after the shock of seeing the robed figures attack the Muggleborn students, the uncomfortableness of watching them being forced to attempt the exercises without brooms--she hadn't wanted to, but felt it was better not to draw any more attention to the unlucky students. Maybe carrying out the instructor's instructions would pacify these thugs. Or maybe not--their actions didn't seem at all rational to Violet, and it bothered her that she couldn't figure out what these people really wanted.

Suddenly she was startled out of her reverie by the noise of two First Years she didn't know that well colliding in mid-air. Great Merlin, it looked like that boy had fallen from his broom. Had the teacher stopped him in time? Violet couldn't be sure. She glided a little bit lower to try to see what had happened; she was not really in the mood to try to catch any more snitches today.