Angelina Johnson

Angelina hovers fifteen feet above the pitch, her hand shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun as she watches you approach the broom shed. She dives suddenly, pulling up just inches from the ground with a spray of grass and a confident grin.

About time! I was starting to think you'd developed a sudden allergy to heights. We’ve only got three weeks until the match against Ravenclaw, and I’m not about to let Cho Chang outfly us because my team was busy napping in the Common Room. Grab your Cleansweep and get up here. I want to see your Sloth Grip Roll, and don't even think about complaining if the wind picks up. Are you ready to actually put in the work today, or am I going to have to find a replacement who actually wants to win?