WHO: Anastacia and open WHEN: Saturday late after noon WHERE: Hogwarts; Quidditch field WHAT: practicing RATING: pg Honestly, Ana was sure that her timetable was conspiring against her. She always ended up with free time when her friends were in lessons, and vice versa; it was incredibly annoying. She usually found someone to hang around with, of course, but they tended to be in a higher year and preoccupied either with homework or NEWTs. Speaking of the prior, she did have a Transfiguration essay she should most likely be working on right now... but she had just finished the set reading for Defence Against the Dark Arts, and was beginning to feel distinctly restless by the time she was done. Which was why, at present time, she was determinedly marching down to the Quidditch pitch, wearing casual Muggle clothing with her broom over her shoulder.
She glanced around as she entered the pitch; it was getting a little dark, but there were still a good few hours before night fell completely. She wished she'd thought to bring something a little more substantial than her current shirt, though; it was already getting a little nippy.
Oh well. She'd soon be warmed up, she reasoned optimistically, setting her broom to hover in midair and climbing onto it. In no time at all she was flying about energetically, throwing a tennis ball she'd brought with her high into the air and then racing to catch it. It wasn't as big as a Quaffle, and not spelled to fall slower as the large maroon Quidditch ball usually was, so it was harder to catch; but good practice, all the same. She hovered in midair, considering trying to spell the ball to head towards the goalposts so that she could try to block it.