Who: Saffron, Marcus, Vee, and whatever other Capper relative that feels like popping up.
When: Thursday, March 27th, earlyish
Where: 
What:  Marcus wants to see if Saffron can put her skill's where her mouth is.  She's trying out for the Falcons

This time, after practicing with Puddlemere on Tuesday, she was much less nervous.  Last time her hands had been shaking so mushe had barely been able to ride her broom. Last time she'd almost lost her breakfast.  Yes, later on during the practice she'd managed to calm down but it had been irritating, not to mention inconveniant.  Especially, since she'd nearly swooned every single time Oliver Wood had given her an encouraging smile. Well, not swooned but close enough.

She didn't have to worry about swooning now.  Not with Marcus Bloody Flint. She may have respected him as a Quidditch player but the day she got swirlies in her belly over him was the day she threw away all of her Arministra and Gucci. Willingly.

Smiling at the ridiculousness of her thoughts, Saffron flew down towards the pitch, Golden Snitch struggling to fly out of her small hands.