Oliver was pulled from his reverie by the sound of his own name. He turned and saw his chaser, Katie, pull up to him on her broom. He saw the determination in her face, and he felt the tug of pride, remembering how she had improved as a flier under him. He knew her focus now on the task had a bent similar to his own; they must make someone pay for what happened to their friends.
"Ho, Bell, good to have you by my side. What's your thoughts tonight?"