Quidditch™ Season

Madam Hooch gave the order, “Mount your brooms, please.”  Harry Potter’s heart skipped as he clambered aboard his Nimbus Two Thousand™.   Suddenly fifteen brooms rose high, high in the air.  But Harry was above them all, looking down on the Quidditch™ match, squinting about for some sign of the Golden Snitch™.  Then he saw it, a streak of gold, wings fluttering, darting ahead.  With lightning speed, Harry was in pursuit.  He was the pride and the hope of the Gryffindors, and he was going to get that Snitch, no matter what!