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Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go ….. Scorpius repeated like a mantra in his head as went faster and faster not stopping even when he saw the goalposts becoming bigger and bigger in front of him. He had to prove it to himself. In the last second he pulled his broomstick round hard – just seconds before he'd crashed into the goalposts. He'd done this maneuver over and over again and not once did he crash into them. He couldn't understand why not.
He reminded himself that he wasn't supposed to do this every time he was on a broom. As twisted as it seemed the Quidditch pitch was the only place where he could get a clear head. When he just flew fast enough he could escape his racing thoughts …
He made another round through the goalposts before he lowered the speed of his broom and got down on the lawn. The slight euphoria vanished as soon as his feet touched the ground.
"Good flight", someone commented. Scorpius tensed. He turned around to see Al limping towards him. "But you should avoid that sharp u-turn since we both know you're not good at them", he joked. Albus gave Scorpius an amused smile but he didn't return it. He turned around and fidgeted something on his sports bag. "Do you want something?", he asked curtly.
"She's coming back tonight.", Albus said. Scorpius looked up. He tried to figure out what Al wanted to say with this but with Al you never knew. Al just turned around and left him with his confusing thoughts.