For some reason, Gwendolyn found herself walking along one of the pathways. She hadn’t made any plans with her friends until later that day, so she had plenty of time to kill. After giving a quick look around in order to see if there was anyone familiar there, the fourth year drew her attention back to the object she was holding in her hands. It looked like one of the Quidditch quaffles, only diminished to the size of a tennis ball. She had no idea why she had even received that as a gift. She was not really the biggest Quidditch fan, nor would she even consider trying out for the team next term.

Maybe not.

Without paying much attention to where she was heading out, the fourth year started twirling the object in her hands, before throwing it in the air and catching it again. Pffft. She was probably never going to learn to like Quidditch. Though, the fourth year felt like she should at least try. What was taking her so long to decide, anyway? It was so unlike her.