Not a quidditch fan

[Jaemen]

Jaemen walked outside to the quidditch pitch, although he didn't really know why. He hated quidditch and didn't understand the rules. He never really cared.

He watched all of the people on their brooms. He didn't much like flying either. The idea of flying on a piece of wood with straw stickinig out the end seemed rather silly to him.

After thinking to himself, he decided the muggle way of flying was better. It was much safer and more confertable to fly on a passenger plane.

Still, he found it rather amusing watching people zip around the qudditch pitch. He sat down on the bleachers and watched.

[amy]

Amy was sitting near the middle of the bleachers, leaning against the cold metal behind her. The zooming figures had only held her gaze for a moment before her eyes turned to the Forest. Autumn was treating her well, turning the dark green roof into a gold and red fireworks show. She smiled, and turned back to the pitch.

There were a few first years playing Broom Tag, which she thought pointless. There was no where to hide in the air. A few Gryffindors were having practice, and others were just zooming around, taking up place.

Amy's attention was once again stolen as a boy sat down near the bottom of the bleachers. Bored as she was, she called out,

"Lovely day, isn't it?"

[Jaemen]

Jaemen watched all of the other students flying around on their broomsticks and hoped maybe one of them would fall off. It would be good for a laugh, so long as they weren't hurt.

He watched a bit more when he heard a voice from somewhere behind him. He took about three seconds to realise the voice was speaking to him. He turned around and looked at Amy. Never interested in socializing, he simply grunted, "Sure," and turned back around to watch for somebody who may fall off of their broomstick.