Thanks to the houseelves, the stands were already clear from that mornings game. The silence seemed out of place in a pitch that had been so loud only a few hours before. There was no reason for anyone to be out on the pitch now. Even Tessa had taken a break, gone and eaten lunch and fixed her hair and jewelry. Now she was back. School was almost over, and as excited as her parents claimed to be about her spot on the team, there would be no Quidditch Camp this year. Confidence was something to be encouraged, but camp sounded dangerous. Not the sort of place for a lady. She'd be sure to practice flying over the summer, but the opportunity for practice on a real field was slim.
She'd brought a golf ball from the broom shed and enchanted it to fly around the pitch. She'd have preferred a practice snitch, and made a mental note to get one. On her second loop around the pitch she spotted Ashby. The sensible thing to do in this situation would be to congratulate her teammate on a successful game.
"You're in my way."




Tessa Greengrass