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Meredith had been on the quidditch pitch since the end of last period, having booked it for practice with a couple other Gryffindor team mates who never showed up. She had been working on her flying technique anyways, not wanting to waste the pitch and not paying attention to the time or the setting sun. She had sweat dripping from her brow, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, and her cheeks and forehead were tinted pink from the exertion. As she landed her broom back on the ground to reach for her water, she noticed the other girl heading her way. “I booked the pitch for Gryffindor.” She called out, assuming the girl she recognized from Slytherin’s team was coming over to claim it. “Unless you’re here for a one on one.” She teased under her breath with a slight smirk, taking a long drink from her water as she heaved slightly.