Luna returned from the Ravenclaw changing rooms once more with the worn quaffle used for school games. She flicked her wand over it so it hovered in the air when dropped and then they were off, swooping through the goal posts and bumping each other to try and gain access to the quaffle. Luna being on Draco’s broom was a lot faster than he was and she dominated the game with ease. When they finally landed back on the ground the night around them had crept in unknowingly, casting an eerie blackness on the empty pitch.