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Jason dashed onto the pitch, broom in his hand.

Abby followed slower, but still eager to fly

He leapt onto his broom and shot off into the sky. "The quaffle is down in the trunk there." he directed her.

Abby nodded and opened the trunk pulling out the quaffle

Jason was ready to pass the quaffle around.

She threw the quaffle at him and the mounted her broom and took off

He passed it from hand to hand before throwing it over to her and darting off in zig zagged patterns.

She caught it, and threw it back at him without all the exageratted motions

He caught it and started the quicken the pace, faster and harder.

She also increased speed, determined not to be out done

"Take the shot!" he called as he threw the quaffle to her, pointing at the hoops.

Abby caught the quaffle and zoomed for the right hoop, switching directions and the last moment and throwing it into the left hoop

"SCORE!" Jason shot into the air, laughing and wooing.

Abby laughed watching him