The wind whipped around Blaise, much colder in the air than on the ground. It seemed to go right through his skin and bones, but it was a welcome relief. He'd been flying for some time already; Blaise couldn't exactly say how long ago he'd kicked off into the breeze, but it had to have been over an hour before. Perhaps two, even.
Tirelessly he trained himself for the position of Seeker, putting an effort into his practise he hadn't in previous years. Blaise charmed small objects to fly around the pitch, focusing in on each in turn until he recovered them all.
It was when he was following a flying inkpot that his eyes rested upon a figure in the stands. Momentarily taken aback, he was aggravated that someone would watch him so blatantly without announcing their presence. Initially he believed it to be someone of an opposing team until he got a little closer. Upon realizing it was Professor Sinistra spectating, he quickly set himself down on the pitch and walked to where she was sitting.
"Professor," he said politely, inclining his head, "can I help you with something?"