Elizabeth breathed in the fresh scent of midmorning autumn air mingled with pine. She could feel her legs already struck with the electricity of movement.
Smiling contently she began her exercise with a light jog, moving straight in search of the pitch.
The girl did not have to look long as after about thirty seconds she could see the outline of two large hoops and two huge stadium seating bleachers. As well as an announcement podium, stripped of decoration just waiting for the next game.
Her pleased smile soon turned to one of true bliss when she saw the quality of the Quidditch pitch. The keeper's hoops glimmered in the rays of quiet sun, and the sky
extended so far above her, the highest flying birds looked like fleas.
Elizabeth eagerly gazed around the pitch as well, her hair rustled in a cool breeze, and she licked her chapped lips jogging towards two smallish buildings several feet away. As she got closer she realized that they were locker rooms. One with a small very un-detailed picture of a witch on the front, and the other with an equally bland picture of a wizard.
The girl reached her arm out and took hold of the handle on the girl's room. She twisted and yanked hard but nothing happened. It was locked tight. She sighed impatiently and reached for the wand she always kept in her back pocket.
Elizabeth pulled out a 12" cherry wood wand, Thestral mane core, and pointed the tip directly at the lock.
"Alohamora." She whispered allowing the point to tap once. Instantly she heard the lock click free and she enthusiastically pulled it open
"I love being a witch." She said quietly to herself entering the room and brushing dirt from her robes.
"Lumos Maxima." She said automatically when she noticed the absence of light. A large white beam shot from her wand and illuminated the whole area within seconds. What she saw, she could not say she disliked at all.
There was a long line of lockers filling up one of the wooden walls. They had been magically locked instead of using a padlock so Elizabeth wouldn't be able to open them without the correct pass code. She was sure though that each of them had a different password for each owner, probably even chosen by the occupant of the lockers.
Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder if there were enough for her team as well as the Hogwarts teams, she hoped so, it happened more than once that a player forgot their equipment.
Equipment she wondered. Her eyes began scanning the room for a ball box.
The left wall she found, on further investigation, had an open door frame leading to a bathroom including showering stalls. Halleluiah.
The next wall was bare, however she noticed in the corner, a large, black, cube like object.
Elizabeth beamed widely and ran towards the box, top speed. She reached it and easily lifted it up by the small black handle then carried it back outside towards the pitch. Her players should be here soon.
She noticed quickly that it was quite cold out; her curiosity from before must have numbed her senses so that she had not realized it when she had first come out. Once she reached the center of the pitch she threw the box down and pointed the wand still clasped in her fist, towards herself.
"Temetura Hitus" Elizabeth whispered, before long a warmth spread through her body and a calmness fell over.
"Better." She sighed in ecstasy.
Crunches of dirt and leaves could be heard from not too far away.
Elizabeth jerked her head up just in time to see the shadowy figures of her team in the distance. They were trudging by at a snails pace, all obviously shivering from the cold. Seth was walking the fastest with his wand held in the air, Floating behind him were ten
brooms and a picnic basket. After him the eight others were huddled together stumbling along, either for whispering or warmth it was difficult to tell.
"HEY! If You Guys don't Hurry Up, It's Laps For All Of You!" Elizabeth shouted, her hands cupped over her mouth. The team grumbled but quickened their pace.
In no time they were standing next to her admiring the pitch.
"Sweet." Whispered the Rich's gazing up at the keeps hoops. This broke the nice silence, waking Elizabeth up from her Quidditch and pudding related fantasies.
"Alright team. Brooms up!" Elizabeth shouted, each team member held their hand out, including the captain, and certain brooms went whizzing through the air, in search of their master,
Seth, clutching a brand new Wild Fire in one hand, and a basket in the other walked off the pitch and set the basket down. He fumbled through the basket looking for something, and minutes later came up with a tiny little box, it was about the size of the boy's palm.
"What's that Seth?" Elizabeth enquired venturing over to her blonde chaser.
"The gear." He smiled opening the lid, and they both peered inside. The sound of Elizabeth's gasp could be heard any where from a five mile radius. "YOU MONSTER!" she screamed holding out an accusatory finger…
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