just a bit o' practise ( O P E N )

[LEAH ZOEY MORRISON]

leah hummed lightly as she swung the broom over her shoulder and rested it there, striding out onto the glorious open pitch. there was no actual training schedualed, but leah had some time and she rather felt like practising a little, even if it was by herself - there was no harm in it. she'd spoken to a couple of her teammates (those she normally spoke to off the pitch anyway) and told them she'd be around if anyone felt like joining her, but so far she hadn't heard anything from them and gathered they were busy or prefered the time away from the pitch.

she paused at the edge of the pitch and swung onto her broom, leaving the quaffle she'd brought with her on the ground for now as she pushed off into the air and warmed up with a few laps, grinning lightly as the wind whipped through her dark hair and rustled in her robes. she swung around the pillars around the pitch, looping a few times and generally larking about a little. she was so at home of a broomstick now, she never worried about falling and loosing her grip.

after a few minutes, she swooped down to where she'd left the quaffle, grabbing it and tucking it under her arm quickly, she pulled the broom up to add some height and headed toward one of the sets of goalposts. she thought that even though there was no keeper there was no harm in practising a few shots and work on some moves that she could incorporate into a game. she threw the quaffle hard toward the center post, watching it sail through before shooting down to catch it before it hit the ground, tucking it back under her arm and flying across the pitch.