The grey sky somewhat reflected the frustration Sam was feeling with some of her OWL studies. No matter how much she stared at her Runes textbook, the words just didn't want to sink in.

She needed a change.

Which was why she found herself wandering towards the Quidditch Pitch, despite not generally choosing to attend flying lessons. She could ride a broom safely enough, but didn't have one of her own, and it wasn't something she'd generally taken much pleasure in.

But it was raining, and inside felt stuffy, and the Groundskeeper was cool...so why not?

An impervious charm or two later, and she was ready and pitchside. "Hey Mr. Baldvinsson!" she called up to the Groundskeeper in greeting. Oh, and Zoryn was there too. Sam grinned at the girl's excitement, glad she wasn't the only one braving the April weather. "What d'ya reck'n we'll be doing today?" Didn't seem like the best conditions for racing...