Rylee was here and hopefully on time. There had been a quick pit stop into the barns first as usual and than to the oasis to check on her plants before heading to the locker room to change for practice. During the past year or so her time management skills had gotten exceptionally better and anything that wasn't going to be helpful towards her future goals had been knocked off of her list of extra activities. Quidditch clearly remained on that list, it was a love of hers she wasn't ready to give up just yet.

Gripping her broom in her left hand, the lioness made her way out onto the pitch. As she reached Anna, Zoryn and Jozef it was clear something wasn't right. There was Slytherin's on the pitch. Had someone messed up the time for a practice or did they somehow double book the pitch? Blue-gray eyes shifted before Anna and Slytherin's Captain. What was going on?