She resumed her practice, still with her heart racing. She put the broom back between her legs and held it tightly in her hands. The good thing about practising alone was that she didn’t have to answer to anyone. She could practice at her own pace. And the first thing she was doing, before she even considered trying to catch a tiny winged ball, was getting herself in the air. At a decent height. Trying to fly higher and higher. Because, as Malfoy had shouted to her, the match was being played at a considerable height.