Time to try, Time to fly, Hopefully not time to die...

Gwen missed flying. Soo much.
She was detirmined to make the team. Seeker.
A blind seeker...not very probably. Without practice anyway.
She cast a spell on the snitch so it would beep in a pitch her huntress ears would hear without irritating the others.
She mounted her firebolt and smiled softly feeling the familiar wood soft under her fingers.
Snickers was tightly around the handle to *see* for her as always and she threw the snitch up high and fast before shooting up and letting Snix guide her flying while she listened to the Snitch.

Then it was so close to her it almost shocked her off her broom.
Speeding after it she bit her lip in concentration simply following the sound, unbeknowst to her she was in a straight nosedive down.
She caught the snotch and pulled up just in time.
Snix almost fainted.

"You wuss"she teased in parsle tongue landing gently.

Annabelle was passing by the quidditch pitch when she happened to see a familiar face, grinning she ran over "Gwen, Hi!" She glanced at the broom in her hand and grinned remembering the girl say something about her love for flying

"Are you going out for a lap around the pitch?" She asked cheerfully.