Fly

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FLY | Colossal cheers as the keeper caught the quaffle too late and from the wrong side of the hoop. He threw it away in aggravation, rain soaked and dripping, cold, too tired to fly and now ten points down. The wind whipped up a swirl of rain and the far end goal disappeared from view. From the man in the stand’s cry the snitch had been spotted but not soon enough; not before bludger instead of quaffle came hurtling towards him. They lost the game; a keeper down, too many goals later the rain stopped for the snitch to be caught.