Meaghan's heart pounded as she took to the air. Flying always excited her, but of course there was a new energy, just being around him. The wind lashed as her face as she raced to catch up to him. She was just about on his tail when he dived to skim the floor of the pitch. Ohh, he IS good, she thought, bearing down to chase after. She angled to try and cut him off, trying to predict where he'd go next. Meaghan was rather good at reading muscle cues. She didn't know all of Charlie's yet, but after all these years in the league, she was a quick study.
She had nearly caught up with him, but just barely miscalculated, the tip of her broom catching the tail of his and, with a moment of panic, knocked her harder than she had anticipated and sent her tumbling to the pitch below, rolling her through the grass and knocking the wind out of her.