Fallen | 1966 | OPEN
Sebastian flew around the pitch as fast as he could. He completed three laps before trying to swerve around the stands. He was trying to improve his skills before the next game. He felt some what responsible for Hufflepuffs poor game as he had only managed to score three goals. He had been pushing himself harder than normal by practicing every chance he got and getting up even earlier to run longer.
Sebastian flew as close to the ground as he felt comfortable, his feet skimmed across the ground as he weaved around. As he began to turn around to head back in the other direction his foot caught on the ground and he came off. “Ow” he groaned, grateful that he hadn’t been higher “That wasn’t what was suppose to happen”










