My Dear Magical Friend, you are greatly missed. I wish to sit with you in the squishy chairs before the roaring fireplace, to talk and talk while drinking our butterbeer. We will do that one day, in the meantime, fly my darling girl, fly.

What I need now is you. So you must be still with us around here. Am I right, Quaffle?

In morning the loss of our dear friend Quaffle, we can remember how much she helped us celebrate life. Always caring, always interested and interesting, always fun and funny, always in our hearts. LUMOS MAXIMA!