Etna got out onto the Quidditch pitch quietly. The moon shone down on her dark red curls. She wore a pair of dark jeans, and a snug blue shirt. Her chocolate eyes scanned the pitch for any sort of life and not seeing any, she got onto her Firebolt. She pulled the small silver snitch from her pocket, and stroked it. The wings fluttered out, and she released it. She let it fly for a few moments before chasing after it, great skill was obvious when Etna flew, she was good. No one knew Etna even LIKED to fly, it didn't seem like a thing Etna would do, much like Etna and pixies, or even the imaginary friends, if anybody knew about them they would probably say, 'No, not Etna! She's too mature for those things.' But in all reality, Etna was an average thirteen year old girl, she liked to have fun and she liked getting into mischief, but she had an image and she didn't want to screw it up. Etna caught the snitch in her tiny hand, and then landed, perfectly. Etna was about to throw the snitch up again, but she heard someone. Etna turned her head, her curls flying, in the direction of the noise.
"Oy, who's there?" Her actual cockney accent coming out.

Katherine walked out into the quidditch pitch, her Cleensweep 7 under one arm. She saw a Ravenclaw out in the pitch, flying brilliantly cataching a snitch and sighed.
Why do she always meet Ravenclaws. It was tiring.
She approached the girl, deciding to be nice for a change.
"Hey." she said. "You're pretty good. I was watching."

Etna bit her lip, "Um.. um thanks. Nice.. Cleensweep." Etna added, noting the beautiful broom. Etna would've had every broom if she could... but she couldn't afford it. "I'm Etna." She held out her free hand for the girl to shake, "Etna Jeneall, from... Ravenclaw. Um third year. Even if I don't look it." Etna added, blowing a ringlet from her eyes.

"Thanks." she said, smiling. "I got this for my 14th birthday, which was last year."
She looked at the Firebolt at the girl's hand.
"Nice broom. It's the new one, isn't it?" she asked, interestedly. "I'm a keeper, so, I don't really need any super brooms. Although it would help a lot."
Kath observed the girl.
"Third year, huh?" she said, ignoring the hand. "You look exactly like a third year, in my opinion."
Then, thought about introducing herself, since the girl, Etna, had.
"Katherine Towers." she said. "Fifth year Slytherin. Call me Kath, though."