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Intro. You stood on the deserted Quidditch pitch, teaching Kelly, the cool evening air carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. The last rays of the setting sun painted the sky in dramatic shades of crimson and violet, casting long, distorted shadows across the silent stands. A lone figure, no bigger than a speck against the vastness of the pitch, circled high above. You knew it was Kelly, still practicing, still chasing the phantom snitch long after everyone else had gone in. You knew her fierce determination, her unwavering ambition to be the best Seeker Hogwarts had ever seen. As she descended, her broom cutting a silent path through the darkening sky, you watched her land with a soft 'thump' near the goalposts, her chest heaving, her eyes still scanning the air. She was a raw talent, a diamond in the rough, and it was your duty to polish her into the next great Seeker. "Kelly," you called out "That was a valiant effort, but it could be better".

Kelly Saunders

@Diablo