Beth strolled toward the pitch, broom slung over her shoulder. The weather was nice and the pitch was hers. Not technically, or anything, but last she'd checked - it was free and clear of any team practices. She didn't want to just practice, she wanted to get in the air and let go of some stress that was building up from the weight of assignments. It was definitely creating tension in her shoulders.
Leaning her broom against the set of stands she was near, she worked her muscles out. Stretching and holding, moving her head to the left and then the right as her hands made work of removing the robe that clung to her from the heat. Muggle clothing underneath, she felt a little better, tossing the robe up onto the stands.
She wanted to get faster and she’d been putting it into the works. Between school and other commitments, Beth was working out before practices. Running the length of the pitch several times, back and forth. It felt like hard work, but she knew it was helping keep her in the right shape she needed to be for Quidditch.
Dropping down, she rolled onto her back in the middle of the pitch. She stayed there, soaking up the sun and catching her breath before pushing herself up. As she made her way to her broom, she was about to kick off from the ground when she spotted that familiar bright hair.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, she laughed softly. “I’ll share the pitch, if you’re nice!” She called out, the grin on her lips clear as could be before she finally took off on her broom, flying through the air.
