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Snape made his way across the grounds and toward Hagrid's hut. He was going to fetch a grindylow Hagrid caught for him to show to his 3rd year students. He walked up to the door and knocked on it three times. "It is Professor Snape. Are you there?" Snape didn't hear anyone so he walked around to look in a window. Hagrid wasn't home. "Must be out in the forest trying to find a new pet..." With a disapproving sigh he walked back to the castle, a bit pissed off that he walked over there for nothing.

*Harvina and Pixie made their way over to a tree by the lake and sat under it. They met in the Great hall when Harvina saw Pixie and started talking to her and they've been friends since.* "So, are there any cute boys you've been crushing lately?"

Lance stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked the school grounds. Something caught his eyes so he decided to get a closer look. It was some sort of field, somewhat like a Football field. The use of the rings eluded him and the lack of drawn lines to mark yards seemed to be a bit odd. He looked at the field quizzically as he scratched his head. Perhaps one of the students could fill him in as to what its purpose was.

Lance stood there looking up at the sky. He spotted the two students walking out of the corner of his eye. He had just arrived at this school full of Witches and Wizards. Among those were those that used there powers for good. But there were also people that fit the stereotype of what magic folk were. Evil sinister minds that only thought about themselves. And used there powers for there own end with no thought of the consequences. He felt his choice to join Hufflepuff was the right choice for him. Law was something that he valued, that by itself justified him being in the class. While still looking up at the sky he raised his right hand to wave at the two passerbys.

It was just as they said, he felt like an alien in this place. But not for the same reason as most. He couldn't seem to get the hang of spells. Flight on the other hand was something he was quite adept at already. There was a realization that this girl that had spoken to him was in the same house as him. Lance turned then started to speak to the strange girl. We are in the same house, maybe I will see you in class some time.....By the way, did you get your class schedule yet? It seems that the one I was given is blank...perhaps it is filled in using magic? He scratched his head after asking the question. He wasn't sure if magic was like it was in the movies or not.

He gave a brief nod then answered the question. First and it is a pleasure to meet you. Do you perhaps know the purpose of this odd field here? It would be awesome if there was a sport that used flight. He held his head slightly lower as he spoke. It was nice to see a friendly face in this strange place. He was half expecting the people to be rather elitist and such like the ones he had seen on his way to this school. Lance had flown here on a broom stick, his dreams had been his training grounds before he even knew of his powers. It never crossed his mind that he would actually be able to use such abilities.

Lance held out his right hand as he began to look at the sky once again. With a clear and concise tone he spoke this incantation. Accio Silver Eagle, a wooden broom stick flew down from the north. He caught the object in his hand then held it at his side like a staff. I was a wooden broom stick made of a rather hard wood. The bristles of the broom stick were silver mixed with white. It had been a model of broom stick that was rather rare now adays. With a grimace on his face he asked Harvina. So, what do you think of this broom stick that I have? It was given to me by my father as a gift when I turned of age to practice magic. Lance looked at the broom stick proudly as he examined the silver lettering that read Silver Eagle. It wasn't just because of the brooms craftmanship that he felt proud to have this broom. It was also the fact that it had once belonged to his father. A few scratches showed up in the wood work from wear. But the broomstick was still as fast as the Nimbus 2001 broomsticks that were out. For its time there had been several broomsticks made to a higher standard, this was fifty years ago of coarse.
He mounted his broomstick as he looked around at the field. I don't suppose that you could teach me the rules of this sport? I'm not much for magic but I have quite an interest in designing broomsticks now that I have seen what they can do. I've even discovered an odd comparison between people that ride them and how quickly they can move. It seems they have somewhat of a life of there own not unlike wands that can choose or reject there user. If the broom doesn't like its owner it will not live up to its full potential.