Breathing
Scorpius held his breath as Albus took his broom into a dive. The crowd around him jeered. They did not want Slytherin to win. Quidditch forever brought back the rivalries with a raging passion. Even James hoped Albus would fail this time.
Faster and faster Albus plummeted. Scorpius' heart was in his throat. He knew Albus could handle himself on a broom. Very few players could match Albus' skill. Although, with parents like his, someone had to inherit those genes and it had certainly not been James.
Albus pulled up. Snitch held tightly in his hand.
Scorpius exhaled once more.