She was to his right, standing barely five metres away from him. Broom between her legs, feet firmly placed in the grass. Draco stood still, frozen in shock at what he was seeing. With the feeling that it didn’t look good. He caught a glimpse of the girl’s face, contorted into a frustrated grimace. Nervous and stressed. He saw her give a lazy kick to the ground and rise ten feet, sitting on the broom inelegantly. After hovering in the air for a few moments, the girl descended awkwardly, placing her feet back on the ground. He watched her close her eyes and sigh. Satisfied. Satisfied.