[Bollocks to that. Ginny spares a glance to her brothers when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye, and she's about to call Fred out on cobbing but the fireworks go instead of an elbow, and she risks a look skyward. They're beautiful, of course, they always are—they're her favourite of their inventions. It does slow her down because she's laughing, utterly delighted, and then she's entirely professional and competitive again.
Ginny falls behind the twins; she chooses to. She shifts her grip on the broom, the craft finely tuned to her every move since it was made for her, and she lets it drop a few feet below. Chasers have to be fast. Seekers even faster, and she's done both - and done well. She's all about tactics, too. She leans forward until she's flat against her broom handle and picks up speed, darting cleanly beneath the twins and pulling up a little ahead. Whether she'll keep this lead or not is up in the air, but she isn't going to give up so easily.]
you can fly you can fly you can fly
Ginny falls behind the twins; she chooses to. She shifts her grip on the broom, the craft finely tuned to her every move since it was made for her, and she lets it drop a few feet below. Chasers have to be fast. Seekers even faster, and she's done both - and done well. She's all about tactics, too. She leans forward until she's flat against her broom handle and picks up speed, darting cleanly beneath the twins and pulling up a little ahead. Whether she'll keep this lead or not is up in the air, but she isn't going to give up so easily.]