On the appropriate day you make your way toward the grounds to the Quidditch Pitch. It is late October therefore a bit nippy, but not bad enough to keep the skies clear enough and consider this a fine day to fly. Now what could possibly await you here today? At the open field you can see Mr. McLeod donning his usual large black cloak awaiting with many brooms lined up accordingly.

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