Amber grabbed a banana and then went and sat down, gulping a bit of water as she rested her head against a locker. The floor was cold but she didn't care. It kept her awake and focused and allowed her a bit more room to stretch a bit. Her arms felt like lead, they really did, and she was looking at her beaters bat with disgust as it lay next to her. The thought of having to pick it up again was not a good one for her. Pete's ointment was helping but she didn't know how long that would last. 

A bit of energy was awakened when they suddenly had some guests. There was only one that Amber recognized. Of course everyone recognized Josh Cloud. She raised a brow as he started speaking with everyone and wondered why he had chosen to come to their team and not Hufflepuff. Of course he could have already gone to them, but still. Why was he bothering helping them? It appeared that he and the other man at least knew Pete which was interesting. 

Glancing at her beating partner's way, she raised a brow at him but didn't move or say anything. Yes, a famous quidditch player and coach was in the room, but would that make them win the match? No, not really. He may give some advice out but she didn't want to spend any energy that she would need later swooning over him or his good looking friend.