"Ella Grimm!" She beamed. "My mum is, or was, Grace Gallagher, now Grimm obviously, she used to play professionally too!" What a stroke of luck this was! Ella had met a fair few quidditch players in the past, but none who had a flying carpet!

"Does this actually fly?" She said as she looked down at the carpet beneath her, mesmerized by the patterns and the possibilities. Gently she ran her fingers along the edge and grinned back at Mr. Pettigrew.