whispered Lindsay, aiming her wand at Hope.
“W-where am I?” she stuttered.
“You’re on the pitch playing Quidditch,” replied Lindsay soothingly.
“I remember now!” Hope cried. “We were Confunded!”
“By who?” Lindsay asked, rolling over to narrowly avoid a Bludger.
Hope wrinkled her eyebrows in concentration. “I think it was Cory Richards.”
“Are you sure? I mean, he’s the Slytherin Captain, but I’m not sure he’d go that far to win.”
“Well, he did. It was definitely him,” she retorted, staring down Richards. “Time to catch that Snitch!”
And before Lindsay could utter another word, Hope shot away.