There was no way Rylee Prichard was going to miss out on Quidditch tryouts.

She had on her usual clothing meant for tryouts and when she practiced alone. Her ginger hair was pulled back tightly into a very neat french braid. In her right hand was her custom made broom, the Hale Storm X. Her beaters bat was held tightly in her left hand.

As she reached the spot where the Flying Instructor was standing along with the Captains she smiled brightly. "Good morning, Sir. Captains." Eniola, Liliane and Gunnar each got a friendly smile from her as well. Rylee laid both her broom and bat on the grass beside her bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. Should she start warming up now or wait?