When Blair had heard about the broom race she had jumped at the chance. Pretty much the only flying she had done away from the islands had been night time patrols over Hogsmeade with Charley's posse, watching out for imagined werewolves. So a race would be a fine break from that malarkey.

The teen wasnt in the lead, which bothered her a little, the seeker must be off her game from those long nights of flying dead slow to keep lookout. She wasnt even right behind the lead pair, but she clearly spotted the leader make a rather awful swooping strike on her yearmate. "Oi! Thats a foul!" she yelled  at the boy as he took his advantage and zoomed off ahead of the other chasing riders. Blair wasnt going to win so she whipped in an arc to check that the downed rider was ok. "Are you ok Weasley?" one red head shouted to another.

As Mr Bell reached down and helped poor Louisa up, Blair looked about, you'd think a broom couldnt go too far, but they were tricky things and would end up places you would least expect.

"Hang on, I think I see it sticking out... I'll go look." the teen willed their own broom over toward a large tree which appeared to have the back end of a broom sticking out of the foliage. From here it looked intact, but on closer inspection it seemed to have a split down the handle where it had hit the tree head. Blair grabbed the head and gave it a tug. Nothing, not an inch. The seeker peered through the thick leaves. "Its jammed in a bird hole or something, nice shot Weasley!" Blair laughed and continued to try and pull the broom out. A small bird landed on the branch nearby with some kind of wriggling thing in its beak. It regarded the blocked hole and then Blair, cocking its head in curiosity. "suppose that's your home then? Dont worry, we'll sort it."