The first team practice of the year - and Madeleine Watson was actually looking forward to it. She'd scheduled the practice for 2pm on Saturday, and planned on working the team hard until dinner. She'd been team captain for over two years, and despite the fact she was incredibly friendly she was also known to be a harsh captain when it came to Quidditch. The thing is; Quidditch was the only thing she ever got competitive about and she always had to win it. It was quite sad, but compared to some people that were competitive about pretty much everything she was alright.

Madeleine was standing in her dorm room, finishing putting her Quidditch robes on. She brought her broom out of her trunk and shouldered it as she walked through the common room. She couldn't see any of the team - so they must either already be at the pitch or were around the school. She knew many wouldn't want to play Quidditch for three, four hours straight but if they wanted to stay on the team they had to practice a lot!

Within five minutes, she was standing on the pitch which she had booked a couple of weeks ago. In fact, she had booked it for every Saturday. At least, until she knew when their first match was, then she'd book it for most days. Checking her watch, she noted it was about 1:55. Perfect, they had five minutes to get too the pitch otherwise Maddie was not going to be a happy bunny. Whilst she waited, her gaze wandered to her surroundings. The sky was clear, with hardly any clouds in the sky. The sun was a typical weak autumn one, so with the slight breeze that blew across the open pitch it was quite chilly.

The quidditch box containing the bludgers, quaffle and snitch lay at her feet, and it moved occasionally as the bludgers viciously threw themselves everywhere inside. Her broomstick lay right next to the box. She hugged herself gently, and almost creased her robes. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and she had very little make-up on. Now to wait for the team members.