Nigel was already getting short with her by the time Nat decided to take time out of his day to join them. She rolled her eyes at the dark haired boy and pulled on her gauntlets with exaggerated movements, like it took all of her effort to do that one single thing. It wasn’t nice to tease him, but bloody Merlin’s beard, she hadn’t even tried them on yet, there was nothing bad about appreciating something was there?

And she’d much rather be taunting Nigel than talking about Caitlin. Will kept silent on her opinion of Nat’s lady love, when he informed them that she was anything but available and Nigel reminded him that there was a word for Caitlin. They all knew it, and because she knew it, and because it was swimming around in her head and couldn’t be said in polite company she chuckled and looked down at her shoes, if only to avoid Nat incase he got into one of his uppity moods about Miss ‘My last name is way too long of somewhere or another.’

But her eyes didn’t stay in the grass for long, because both Nat and Nigel seemed content to pull bow strings back and shoot children. Nigel might be known as the grumpy Gryffindor and Nat might be a tad intimidating to some people what with his height making him about as close to a giant that could walked among them undetected. But she didn’t do anything except shoulder the gear that she’d picked up when Nigel started grumbling at her. Placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow at him that said she’d not be frightened in the least from his growling.

“Your job is not to interrupt me and expostulate about morality and whatnot. Your job is to watch. Watch!”

"If you're not going to shoot them, at least sit around and let us."

That did earn Nigel a roll of her eyes and Nat a smack on his arm, not nearly as hard as she would have liked it to be, since she was trying to keep the quiver on her shoulder and also the bow in her other hand. So she had to settle for a fist into the meat of his arm that didn’t hold nearly the impact that she wanted. But her dark eyes narrowed on their new companion before she turned back to Nigel.

“I’m watching, Merlin’s bloody beard! I'm watching, I'm watching! And I’m not going to sit down and shut up, Warwick. This is my lesson, not yours. You’ll be playing Maid Marion to my Robin Hood today.” Scarlett grinned, it was enough to at least put her in a better mood about watching Nigel, and she even was willing to over look that evil gleam that sparkled in his eyes as he raised his bow to the poor helpless Hufflepuff.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll knock the pure blood right out of her.” Scarlett choked on that, coughing out her surprise before she laughed. The brunette really should have been expecting that, her eyes followed his arrow and back to the girl and back again, and she did attempt to waylay her fears a little by making sure that his little colored piece was in fact dull, earning her another shout from Nigel.

“You know I can actually hear you if you just talk in a normal voice, right?” Will groused, deciding Nigel was probably not the best person to be teaching her this, but he was the only person who offered and she’d want to so badly. So she stepped back and bit the inside of her lip, looking at the way Nigel stood and she didn’t gasp, at least she hoped she didn’t when that blunt ended weapon hit the girl and she went down. And for a minute she hoped that Nat was right and the stupid girl who was allowing herself to get shot at did bounce back. And when the other girl laughed, Scarlett knew for one solid moment why Nat and Nigel chose firsties. Because she had the sudden urge to go over there and knock that girl silly with the bow in her hand.

What and idiot.

Will sent Nat a long suffering look and a roll of her eyes, and also another little shove for good measure as Nigel told her to step up and take his place.

“You were watching, right? So do exactly what I did.”

She was already taking the bow in her right hand when his instruction continued and he informed her that she should be doing things the opposite of how he’d done them. That itself was a little trickier, so she turned again and gripped the bow in her left hand and tried to remember what Nigel had done. His arm had seemed fairly straight into place so she did that (had he locked his elbow, thought?), his feet had been apart, though she wasn’t sure how far so she tried her best to brace herself. Her eyesight was good for things far away, glancing at the target she could see where she wanted to hit (square in the Slytherin boy’s back), but being able to see the little notches in the back of the arrow was trickier she did pull it up close to examine it before placing it back toward it's home, but the arrow seemed to know what it was doing and with a little turn with her fingers it hooked itself onto the string.

From there all she’s seen was Nigel shoot a girl, her eyes glanced to her two friends and she raised her arms again trying to imitate Nigel, though she still didn’t draw back. How far was she supposed to? Where exactly did she look?

“Now what?” She asked Nigel, secretly pleased to even be standing where she was and pretending to shoot arrows. She tried not to smile, which made her nose wrinkle a little when she tried to suppress a grin.

“Do I look like a proper archer?” Scarlett tried pulling on the string, just to see how it felt, and was surprised at how difficult it was to pull back, though logically it had to be strong enough to send an arrow straight through the air. Still...she felt it through the muscle of her arm.

"How far back do I pull?"