Who: Oliver Wood and anyone that wants to join What: Talking about Quidditch When: after lunch Where: Hogwarts, Quidditchfield Warnings: obsessing about Quidditch, probably swearing later?
The weather was admittedly perfect to spend the day outside, even though Oliver was convinced that there was no bad weather for Quidditch. All the same it might be nicer to sit on dry grass and talk rather than mud. He looked over the field, waiting for the interested students to show up for the workshop.
He was rather enthusiastic to get started, ever since he had been asked to come to the school to give some flying lessons, talk about his experiences as a 'professional player' and the like. He couldn't wait to meet the students, which was in fact the reason why he'd shown up on the pitch far too early and now had to wait.
Oliver had brought his new broom, the one he'd gotten after joining Puddlemere and madam Hooch had helped him to bring a few of the school brooms as well as the chest that contained the Quidditchballs. The two of them had chatted for a bitabout back when Oliver had still been at school until she disappeared again to do some sort of work.