Logan made his way to the stands, happy to have made it to another Quidditch game (even though he was slightly late) and not miss it. He found a spot high up in the stands, and sat down craning his next to see the pitch. He couldn't wait for the day he would be on a broom out in the field, instead of up here in the stands. He smiled happily at the thought, and found himself lost in daydreams about playing Quidditch. . .