Elyon walked up to the stands of the Quidditch pitch, occasionally tripping over seats and people. Her nose was buried into her book as usual, and she wasn't really sure where she was going. She looked up at the end of each chapter to watch the other players practice. She was very interested in the techniques of Quidditch, but a bit more interested in her book. She waved to a few players when she had to tear her eyes away from the pages. She was oblivious to their strange looks as she stuck her head back into her book. |