Allie exerted all her strength to control the broomstick, gripping the handle tightly and pressing her body close to it to better manage her direction and speed. Her eyes were fixed ahead, searching desperately for Neville. Finally, she spotted him plummeting rapidly through the air on his broom.
"Neville, Neville! Grab my hand!" Allie shouted, her voice laced with anxiety and dread. She stretched her right hand out as far as she could, hoping he would catch it.
Neville heard Allie's cry. He raised his head and saw her outstretched hand. He stretched his arm as far as he could, trying to grab it. However, because his body was still tumbling in the air, it was difficult for him to catch Allie's hand accurately. Yet he did not give up and kept trying.
Chapter 21