Gwen walked apprehensively down to the pitch; she didn't know much about Madam Wystan, only that she worked for the Ministry, and had tried to stop the girls from playing Quidditch...so she must be evil. But OOHHHHH the beautiful pitch!!! With difficulty, Gwen stopped herself from rolling joyously in the grass. She took a spot by a broom and waited.

Hmm. Polished brooms. I can appreciate that.