From the Ashes

Who: Open To All
When: Saturday afternoon (November 7th)
Where: The Quidditch Pitch
What: The first game of the season

It was brilliant weather for Quidditch, all things considered. William wasn't certain just how good a game it would be, considering what it all boiled down to was essentially Purebloods With Flying Experience vs. The Bloody-Minded Sports Fanatics. Neither Ravenclaw nor Hufflepuff were even remotely near ready for a match, from what William had seen during Pete's training sessions, which was probably why they weren't slated to play for another two weeks.

(That was a game he still hadn't decided whether to definitely see or definitely miss.)

There was a touch of bite to the autumn air, but nothing requiring a warming spell, and the sunshine was cheerful. William had his scarf tucked securely around his neck and was watching from the staff boxes, feeling slightly surreal about sitting apart from the sea of blue several sections away. He was mostly used to not being considered one of the students anymore, but moments like this still somehow caught him off guard.