She ran as fast as her short legs would go, a sugar bun between her teeth while she tied her hair up in a red ribbon. Peyton had overslept just a tiiiiiiny bit a lot, so she only managed to shove a few food items in her little purse that was strapped across her torso.

She was hungry and a hungry Peyton at a Quidditch match would result in chaos. So the third year had stuffed an apple, grapes, raspberries, strawberries and in a napkin were four sugar buns. She needed her energy.

Arriving at the stands, she quickly shoved pass people and took a seat at the front row. She was supposed to be cheering none of the teams today because the only team she cheered for was Slytherin, but her red hair tie said something else.