Blue and bronze

I walked closer to the Quidditch pitch, and realised that a Quidditch team was practicing. The players flew in a maelstrom of blue and bronze, circling each other in a complex manoeuvre. My sharp eyes were able to catch the loan figure hovering far above the others, though whether I saw the player due to my Quidditch instincts, or due to Felix Felicis, I wasn't sure.

As I approached the pitch, the players landed. I heard the captain congratulate the team on a good practice. As the Ravenclaws turned to return to the locker rooms, the last player landed, their Seeker. Although Cho and I had barely been on speaking terms after our breakup, and her friend's betrayal of Dumbledore's Army to Umbridge, she still featured in my thoughts.