It’s quite late for Emma being on the pitch. Everyone else had left for Dinner that will start no longer than an hour. Her muscle aching, begging her to stop. It has been a while since she spends time on her own sitting on the grass near the loop in this very place. Called it a secret garden-- which is not too secret for everyone-- but she indeed enjoyed being here. She was about to grab the bat that laying down the ground as she eyed a quaffle lies far from her. She let out a sigh as she walked through the field, it’s going to be a long night. Her feet were aching, perhaps she needs to come back to the castle. She heard footsteps coming from behind, a relief wash her feeling. She’s glad that someone there to help her. “If you can be a dear, do me a favor?” She turned around, her eyes widened as she saw the owner of those steps. “Amycus?” she muttered, unable to hide her surprise.