Game (Open)

Charlotte found her way to the Quidditch pitch with a smile on her face. She joyfully went up the stairs and took a seat, basking in the sunlight, she leaned back and look around the field, a smile still placed on her face. She really wanted to play Quidditch (Chaser position, preferably) and hoped she'd be able to play for Puddlemere United or for the Ballycastle Bats. Char didn't really care which team, as long as she play Quidditch, she'd be the happiest witch in the world.

Char decided to go down on the field, borrow one of the school's brooms and she flew around the pitch with every worry flying behind her. She hoped she didn't get in trouble for using one of the brooms without asking permission but she didn't really care at the moment.

The smile still on her face, Char flew around pitch, pretending she was playing a real game and she was the chaser.

Oliver walked on the castle grounds and his hands shoved into his pocket. When he looked up, he saw that he was standing in front of a Quidditch Pitch and he realized that there was another girl, flying on a broom.

He quickly walked into the middle of the pitch and realized that the girl was pretending that she was in a game.

"Hey! You shouldn't be using those brooms!" He tried his best to impersonate a Professor's voice and thought he did pretty good. He smirked, knowing that he would scare the girl out of her wits.

Char quickly tensed and flew quickly to the ground, dismounting off the broom and turned to face the Professor... except it wasn't. It was a boy and her face quickly turned red at how gullible she was. How could she had ever thought it was a Professor?!

"That was really mean," she spat, once she recovered from her redness.

Lucas had just walked in to the grounds,because he wanted to do some flying practice,when suddenly he saw two students arguing. He was just about to ask them what happened, but he wasn't sure if he should interrupt.

"Well it was hilarious," Oliver scowled. "Apparently you just can't take a joke."

He noticed from the corner of his eye there was another guy standing there. He appeared younger and by the type of his robes, he was a Gryffindor.

Cole walked into the Quidditch Pitch, he was hoping to try out for the Gryffindor Team. He's father was a beater back in his day but Cole really wanted to be keeper or chaser. He decided he'd try out for both and see if he got lucky.

"I can take a joke! You just don't joke about being a Professor!" Charlotte returned the scowl.

Charlotte looked realized that other than the Ravenclaw boy, there were two others in the field.

"Where the heck are you all coming from," she muttered under her breath, aggravated. All she wanted was some alone time but it didn't seem like she was going to get it. Especially with the Ravenclaw prick.

Cole looked up and saw two other students arguing over something. He wasn't quite sure what it was about but the Ravenclaw looked like he was enjoying himself at the girl's expense. She was a Slythern girl she couldn't have been more then a 2nd year and the Ravenclaw was his year. Cole decided he better not interrupt their argument unless he wanted to be hexed so he stood and watched to see what happened next.