As she soared higher and higher into the air on her broom, Rose felt all her worries leave her. The wind whipped her face. It wasn't raining, but the dark clouds hung overhead, threatening to open up any minute. Flying was always something Rose had enjoyed immensely. It helped her sort things out, clear her head. She loved the feeling of floating above everyone and everything. She thought herself to be an observer, watching from over, as life went on below. She loved flying as much as her mother hated it. She used it to unwind usually, especially during the exams. If Rose wasn't studying, she would be out on a broom!

As she gained altitude, she left her team members far behind. She went as high as she could, till breathing began almost impossible. She knew that Al would be furious with her. They were holding chaser tryouts after all, and as a keeper, her presence was vital for the process. At the highest point, she looked down at the little specks, zooming about a patch of green, far below her. She then turned 180 and began hurtling towards the ground. She felt the blood rush to her face, and there was a pounding in her ears. Adrenaline was rushing through her veins, and she felt extremely alive.

She was nearing the ground now, at a great momentum. She saw the other players, scattered all over the pitch. They were all looking up at her, shock and fear written across their faces. Rose knew it was a matter of seconds left till she would have to maneuver out of the dive. She gripped her broom harder, waiting. She felt the watching crowd draw in their breath sharply as she hurtled faster towards the ground. It was all about concentration and perfect timing and she knew it well.

Rose was much focused. She could hear people calling out warnings to her, yelling out her name, but she tuned it out. Just as she was pulling out however, she heard him call out.

"ROSE!" he bellowed. That one word threw her. It was buried in emotion, full of fear. And the fact that he had been the one to say it completely threw her. She recognized that voice. She would always recognize his voice. Filled with pure terror or not. Why would he, of all people call out a warning to her? The one-second's distraction however proved extremely costly, as the next thing she knew she was a foot from the ground. She shut her eyes, praying for the best, as she fell into darkness.

So that's my first Chapter of my 1st attempt at writing! Please comment! :)