When she arrived, Lottie was relieved to find that the Ravenclaw team was practicing and there weren't too many spectators. Just enough to not seem overly strange. She found a spot a safe distance away and sat on the cold ground, placing her History of Magic textbook in front of her so that she appeared to be doing something other than creeping on the Quidditch team. Thankfully the ground wasn't wet with frost, but that was just dumb luck.
She crossed her legs and began to watch the team start its drills, leaning forward with her head on her hands. They stretched, they ran, and they took up their broomsticks. Lottie was squinting to see if any of them had some of the newer, fancier, broomsticks but nothing stood out too much. God, they were fast though. She would really have to keep up if she made it on to the team.
pretty people mind their own business -xoxo Lottie