Ronald was in the air,on his broom hovering.He had to be fast enough so he could help Gryffindor win.He flew fast,as to increase his speed.He was smiling as he went faster each second."Yes.",he said as he smirked.

Hermione stepped into the field. She felt the cold breeze against her pale skin. It made her shiver. She narrowed her eyes as the blinding light from the sun hit it..she let her chocolate brown eyes adjust for a few seconds. Once her eyes adjusted, she looked up and saw a tiny object hovering. She cought a glimpse of fiery red hair. So it couldn't be a thing. Then who could that be? She walked into her usual place when they were watching a quidditch match to see clearly. And then she recognized it..it was Ron, one of her bestfriends.