Millie’s hands were shaking. Her arms were shaking and she was just shaking all over. She was trying her best but she just couldn’t seem to stop. Maybe shaking was the wrong word; maybe it was trembling, because every muscle in her body seemed to be exhausted. Four hours. Four hours and she hadn’t so much as had a glimpse of the Snitch. Well, she might have, but she ran into the dizzy blonde playing for Skrumpkin’s side and nearly fallen off her broom.  Try as she might she just couldn’t shake off the adrenalin rush that came after she had managed to clamber back onto her broom. He mouth still tasted of copper, and she felt like an old wet rag.

Especially the wet part. She sat quietly on the bench, and tried to work a drying spell for her boots and gloves, because they seemed to be the worst bits.

“Where’s Millie?” he said suddenly.  “Millie come on over here so I don’t have to be loud, will you?”

She grabbed a sandwich and a glass of juice and plodded over to her captain, flopping down dejectedly. “I can’t see anything, Peter. I can’t see you; I can’t see Caitlin or..or Amber or the Hoops or the ground, even!  And I certainly can’t see the Snitch. How am I supposed to do this?” She wasn’t giving up. She was going to grab the Snitch if it ever let her see it. But she’d never found flying so… hard.