Who: Sally-Ann Perks and Gregory Goyle What: Making friends! Where: Quidditch Pitch When: Saturday afternoon Rating/Status: TBD
Sally had worked hard the night before to do her homework. It wasn't often that she actually sat down and finished it all before the weekend, as she usually procrastinated until Sundays to do it, but it wasn't much, and that way she could do whatever she wanted that weekend without her homework hanging over her head.
It turned out that what she wanted to do was hit a bludger. Her dreams about Harold had come back in full force, and it was worse now because they hadn't talked since she had told him that she liked him, and she was starting to feel that he was most likely avoiding her. Which really, really sucked, because she would have liked to still be friends, at least.
So, she went to the pitch, and started by just taking one bludger out, chasing it on her broom and hitting it as hard as she could. She wasn't aiming or anything, just working out some frustration. Once she felt better she would actually start practicing with the two of them. Though, she might exhaust herself before that point.
She had just hit one particularly hard when she saw movement below. Who was walking out to the field? She had checked the schedule, and no teams were practicing right now. She flew down to get closer, and when Sally saw who it was, she nodded to Goyle. "Hey, Goyle. Uh, is it just you? We could share the pitch, if you don't mind." Behind her, she heard the bludger whistling towards them, and she turned to hit it with her bat again. Of course, if someone else was here, now she would actually have to practice.