Lily looked toward the goal hoops and wondered why they suddenly seemed so far away. "All right. The goals. No problem." Biting her lip, she leaned forward again on the broom and it began to slide slowly forward, a light wind catching at her hair again. It wasn't so bad, really, once you got going.
They reached the goal hoops a moment later. Before Lily could let out a triumphant whoop, she suddenly noticed that the sky had become darker. It looked like a storm was going to roll in.