"You can't fit a quidditch match in a bag. Don't be ridiculous. You'd need like… a circus tent." T.J. scoffed at Shane as they headed in to the locker room. Her older friend fell on the floor. For about thirty seconds she thought about sitting on him, but instead she leaned against one of the lockers. Until Lindsay suggested that they eat and or stretch. T.J. chose to stretch first, propping one leg up on to an open locker as a make-shift barre. 

T.J. liked that Sioni rumpled her hair and told her how good she was doing. Generally, she liked Sioni. But, She did not like his plan. "Breaking brooms doesn't sound very sportsman like." She commented, reaching for her toes. It did not sound like a Hufflepuff plan. In fact anything to win sounded much more Slythindore. Of course they were going to win, but she didn't think they needed to stoop as low as breaking brooms to win. They just needed to keep Max from scoring in the Hufflepuff Goals, and score more. And also Shanley needed to catch the snitch. That would be helpful too. 

Once she had stretched her legs, she pulled something sandwich-esque and picked at it. She wan not hungry. If she ate much she'd just throw it up on the pitch. Though, if they were trying to unnerve Gryffindor, she could always try to throw up on one of their players. No… that was a bad plan. "Staying close is good. I think, but maybe that is a good plan. We'll just keep trying to score like then, right?"