In the middle of the Quidditch pitch, about three 3 feet up from the ground, sat Fawne Sugarmoon side saddle on her broom. She had originally came out her to practise Chasing, her chosen Quidditch position, which was why a quaffle was tucked neatly in the crook of her arm. However all she'd done since she arrived was throw the quaffle absently up and down catching it without paying it a great deal of attention. She had yet to even do any real flying.

Her mind was truly off with the fairies. Which became extremely obvious when the quaffle, which she had just tossed up in the air fell back down with gravity and hit her outstretched catching hand rather painfully, leaving a red mark that was sure to bruise.

"Oh bother...Perhaps this is proving to be rather fruitless." she lowered her broom slightly and slipped of it to land her feet on the ground before hurrying to fetch the quaffle, thinking about how she would have liked Adriana to be around to practise with.

Robyn was just going to take a look. She was just going to look, but she knew one look would have her addicted. Her father hated quditch, and Robyn never asked why. She did however, know that she wasn't allowed to even watch the game and definatly couldn't play. Robyn's blonde hair was let loose, the waves lovely with some hair in her blue eyes. Robyn sighed, she held her own broom. It was a brand new broom, not even released yet.
Robyn was about to get on when she saw a girl throwing a quaffle. She walked towards her.
"Hello." She said simply, staring at the girls broom and the quaffle.