Alicia, having had to use a spell to get her old uniform to fit, felt a thrill of anticipation as she mounted her old broom. It had been a while - far too long - and it was about time she'd gotten 'back in the saddle'.
She grabbed a quaffle from the ground, then held it aloft with a shouted "For Harry!"
Then with a kick, she was off into the sky, waiting for everyone to get into the positions. She really, really, really hoped she wasn't as rusty as she feared she was.