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Rolanda took to the sky, her iron grey hair streaming behind her in a long plait. She soared above her teammates and cast her eyes about for her main concern - the Golden Snitch. A scout from the Montrose Magpies was somewhere out there amongst the primary colours of her schoolmates; the thought of going straight into professional Quidditch after school made her tingle. She saw a flash of gold at the end of the pitch. She bunched her muscles and tore towards it, urging her hardworking broom on with her thighs. Exhaling, she dived seventy feet, arms outstretched and caught air.