It was fairly late at night when Noah decided he had avoided practicing long enough. He had avoided the actual court for quite a while, and it was time to actually make sure he remembered his to hold a stick. Plus, this late at night, the chances of anyone else being there were slim to none. An added bonus. Throwing on some practice clothes, Noah quickly made his way to the court, and found his stick waiting for him in the locker Coach had assigned him the week before. The weight of it was more than comforting, even if it was a lightweight stick. It had stayed with him since he had borrowed it from Coach Coleman four years ago, and had come with him to Palmetto when the man had insisted he had earned it. Making his way out to the dark, silent court with it, he realized that it was the only familiar thing here. It was a sobering thought that would have stayed with him a lot longer had he not caught a flash of motion out of the corner of his eye and whirled around in sudden fear, wheeling back and away.