Riiya walked on the grounds and looked above as everyone was already there, colors of Yellow was visible at one end while Green was clearly on the opposite end. she takes a deep breath and touches her platinum white hair plat. "i can do this-i can do this..." she said to herself. as Mrs. Weasley kicks off from the ground, Riiya's stomache began to do flip-flops that were not physically possible.

A frail, small second year playing beater...this was the reality that had hit her hard. she mounted her Scarlet Hawk broom and kicked off the ground hard, zooming off high in the air. she leaned hard to the right circling the stand. she stopped in mid air as her eyes caught sight of a boy in his late teens by the dark corner of the Quidditch Pitch ground. his eyes were fixed on her. she knew who it was. "why would he be risking exposure by coming here??" she asked herself. she stood where she was- eyes fixed on him.