Selina scuffed her heel along the pathway. She had been swamped with work as of late. Along with their loss the previous weekend at the Quidditch Match Selina was just not in an all together good mood. Now she was sure that Simon and the rest iof the team hated her. She had tried her hardest and perhaps if she had not made that one fowl... no they recovered and it was the snitch in the end. It was always the snitch.

Finally finding herself a seat on a bench Selina sat down and sat her purse on top of her legs.