The one thing about working at Hogwarts that Healer Tillstorm seriously disliked was quidditch. The only thing that ever resulted from these matches was a waiting room full of big babies players who didn't know how to stay on their brooms or how to dodge a bludger. The slightest little bump or bruise and the big babies were coming to her to fix them up. Here she was though, entering the stands of the quidditch pitch for what was to be yet another show of just how weak the students of Hogwarts had really become.

So why was she here if she hated the sport so much? Because it was better to deal with the little wimps injuries on the pitch than it was to have her waiting room filled with all the students who thought they were going to die from a simple bruise.

Heading towards the bottom of the stands she turned back to Vanora. "This looks like a good place to sit." Close to the entrance in case she wanted to make a quick escape pitch so she could get there quick if someone got a real injury, not just a little bump or bruise.