Then, as she descended towards the ground, she saw Goyle appear beside her. She turned her face in time to see him lift the heavy wooden bat. The rain prevented her from seeing his expression. With a gasp, the young woman spun in mid-air, almost in despair. She thought she saw something black fly past her, but she wasn’t sure. She felt the wind knocked her off balance. And then she saw the grass under her nose. The handle of her broom hit the ground and she found herself rolling uncontrollably through the damp grass. She stopped awkwardly after a few seconds, panting. Her face felt wet, and she sensed it was a mixture of rain and mud. She heard shouting in the stands. She managed to sit up, realising that all her clothes were also covered in mud. Her broom was only a few yards away, undamaged. After studying herself for a moment, she found that she was surprisingly fine. Dizzy, but fine. Goyle’s Bludger hadn’t hit her. And she was flying too close to the ground for the fall to have been serious. She took a deep breath, giving thanks in her mind.