Jacob walked onto the pitch, his eyes surveyed each person who had already arrived. He had things to talk to Vindictus about, but class time was no time to be talking about his career.

Jacob's feet gave in from his own weight, and fell into a sitting position on the ground. he gave Vindictus a quick nob.

Why was he here again? The only reason he could think of coming to a lesson on Broom Games was to get in some real flying before the match... he had to worry about his teams strategy all the time, he could never get in any actual plays for himself. And Jacob was sure that Simon may be here too, they always seemed to think alike when it came to Quidditch. So there was no doubt in Jacobs mind that this had crossed Simon's mind as well.