Ang jumped slightly when Oliver slid in beside her. He'd been running so fast Angelina wasn't convinced he'd stop in time. Luckily he did, and it gave Ang time to look him over. She remembered those robes from school, and realized that she was wearing practice robes she'd worn at Hogwarts as well. The only difference was that hers were red. Ang had thrown herself into House Pride, and for seven years had worn mostly red.
"Oliver, easy! It's not even eleven yet, students have classes. They'll be here soon. You're on your own team, don't you remember? You're going to captain one, and I'll captain the other." Ang shook her head gently. Oliver had always been easily excited, but it had always been a great source of entertainment. Ang had noticed the slight change in Oliver, but they hadn't had much time to talk for the past couple days. Ang hoped she'd get some time to speak with Oliver after the match, but for now she was focused.
Looking towards the school, Ang squinted her eyes to see in the distance. It wouldn't be long now.