The girl, panting, caught herself encouraging her broom. Flying faster without even realising it. Feeling the wind buzzing in her ears. Staring at the boy’s back, at his bright green and silver jumper. At his blond hair, fluttering in the wind in all directions in a casual way. At the way his arms tensed as he pulled the broom to slow it down and confuse her. In the muscles of his back, as he changed direction with the weight of his body. She knew that catching him was impossible. He wouldn’t let her. But she was enjoying trying immensely.