(Pretend it's the Quidditch field) Open) I was supposed to be out here practicing, but I just felt like going for a ride on my broomstick. Our Quidditch practice wasn't for another hour, so I just used this time to think. "Effy!" I hear someone yell. Well, there went that plan. I try to play it like I didn't hear them, but the kept yelling my name. I sigh, and turn towards them. "Yeah?" I yell back.