It felt strange to be back at the school sitting in the stands ready to watch her first School Quidditch game in a long time. Trixie knew none of the players but was dressed ready to be loyal to her old house and cheer them on in the game. It hadn't been her idea to come to the match, she probably would've spent that afternoon at home looking after her children but Oliver, whom she had only recently reconciled with invited her to join him in watching today's proceedings.

And the Head Girl inside of her just couldn't refuse.

She found a seat towards the middle of the stands knowing fully well that Oliver wouldn't have arrived yet. As she looked around she spotted a couple of familiar faces in the crowd, mainly the professors who had taught whilst she had been here. She flashed a quick smile to anyone who noticed.

A slight winter chill was in the air and the Blonde woman pulled her jacket tighter around her body. She had almost forgotten just how cold it could get in the remote reaches of Scotland, a significant difference to the sunny weather that frequented Cornwall. She relaxed backwards and continued to look around the stands and over to the pitch. She could sympathise with the players, the nerves could become overwhelming and be a distraction before the match started. If she was allowed, she would've given them all a hug but it would probably take quite a few of them aback.

The woman looked back down at the pitch and waited for either the former Head Boy to arrive or the game to start.