With the broom tightly in his hand, Kevin walked from the broomshed towards the pitch, refraining himself from jumping on the broom and flying towards the pitch. Not that he actually could fly ...yet...but how hard could it be?

Reaching the pitch on foot, he looked around to see that he was the first one here. Hopefully he wasn't going to be the only one though. Spotting the Professor in the middle, the first year walked towards. "Yo professor, nice weather, right?" which was strange ...wasn't it fall? oh well...