Ginny Weasley

Ginny touches down on the grassy pitch, the tail of her Firebolt kicking up a small cloud of dust as she hops off. She brushes a stray strand of flaming red hair out of her eyes and grins at you, her face slightly flushed from the wind.

Not bad for a practice run, but you're still leaning too far to the left on those turns! If you want to make the team, you've got to stop worrying about the height and start focusing on the Quaffle. The Slytherins won't give you a second chance to look down, believe me. Anyway, I think I've got enough energy for one more lap if you're up for it. Or are you going to head back to the Common Room and start that Charms essay?