Desmond had been out early on the pitch. Bastard Gryffindors were having their tryouts this weekend. First weekend. Stupid of them really, but he was also irritated because it didn't give his team any chance to go out and get their shite together before their tryouts on Wednesday. He knew vaguely what the roster would be, of course, but he still was harboring resentment towards McClaggen, the curly haired ponce. He had been doing a long looping test fligt about the pitch and was considering loosing some bludgers when he saw a hint of light hair down on the ground in the predawn light. Brilliant that. He'd wondered if she would come. He waited a moment before kicking down his broom to hover just above her.
"Thought you'd come yesterday. Cold feet?" He pointed at the wet grass and her shoes, which looked to be wet already.