Chlo stepped out on to the pitch and raised her head. The Grodeffroy student racing above her seemed to be relishing the feeling of flying. Chlo cracked her knuckles, her body aching with anticipation. It had been too long since she'd last flown, her face scrunched, trying earnestly to remember exactly when it was, whilst her hands moved automatically, to grasp the smooth wood of the Nimbus 2001, she smiled, though somewhat jealous of the other students' Firebolt. Chlo mounted the broom, and lightly pushed up, hovering just above the ground, before pelting into the skies above, the wind sending her hair in every direction. She began some laps, starting slow, then building up, before her attention fell on the Grodeffroy student again, and she found herself heading towards her,