She gave one final wave to her father before grabbing a hold of the portkey just in time. In a blink of an eye they went from standing in her living room to landing about a half mile away from the pitch where a crowd already gather. Standing amongst the group of Quidditch fans and the excitement of the game began to tickle her belly. While it was a different sensation when she played; she couldn't wait to see their seats or the players.
The feel of Al's hand tore her away from her thoughts until she smiled. "Don't choke on my dust!" she shouted back. Giving him a wink, Abbie shot forward. As a chaser she learned early on how to weave and zigzag across large obstacles, which she hoped worked in her favor. However, he did have the height and the leg span to overpower her.