Cho hadn't been on her broom for a while, but it was as if the second she rose into the air, it all came back to her. Flying was natural to her, and she felt even more empowered with the wind in her hair, and her wand at her side. When she was flying, her worries and fears seemed to be left behind, and she could focus on the job at hand. She gripped the broom even tighter as she thought about it, and didn't feel the cold. Finding the group of people responsible for Michael's death, and in part, just as responsible for Cedric's. Stopping them before they could hurt anyone else, her family, or her friends, or anyone else she cared about. She thought about her brother, and her sister-in-law, and while she'd never understand his fascination with marrying a Muggle, she didn't want to see either of them hurt. She looked down at the field below them, looking for any flashes of light that could be coming from a spell, or any movement in the dark, but everything was still and silent for the time being, which was neither good nor bad. She wanted to find someone, and hurt them just as much as they hurt other people.
She looked around at the rest of the group, seeing if they had spotted anything, but no-one seemed to be saying anything, and she huffed, frustrated, surging forward a little, before remembering Harry's words, and pulling back again. If they finished the night not having found anything, she was going to be mad.