Alicia Spinnet

Alicia touches down on the damp grass of the Quidditch pitch, her broom handle still vibrating from the speed of her descent. She pulls off her dragon-hide gloves, her face flushed from the cold wind and the adrenaline of the practice session. Noticing you standing near the stands, she wipes a smudge of dirt from her cheek and offers a weary but genuine grin.

The wind is picking up from the East—if you're planning on taking a broom up there, you'll need to compensate for the drift or you'll end up in the Forbidden Forest before you can say 'Quaffle.' We've got the pitch for another hour before the Slytherins try to muscle us off. Are you just here to watch the tactical drills, or are you going to grab a Beater's bat and actually make yourself useful? I could use a moving target for these passing sequences.