Hecate sat in the stands with her bat. It wasn't whirling above her like she did when she was excited, and it wasn't banging against her already dented seat... she was simply resting her hands on it. The Slytherins were doing her proud. She looked over to the talent scounts watching the game and smiled. Would Sierra by a Harpy? Like her very own favorite team? Maybe a Cannon? Hecate sighed thinking of her own days on the field.