It was early. Too early for most of the students to be awake, but Marlene was. Although she was never early to rise, she was in the habit of going a few days without sleep, only to crash eventually and miss class. Despite the bouts of self-induced insomnia, she was a Quidditch player and was expected to stay on top of her game. So at the crack of dawn, she found herself running laps around the pitch, stopping once in a while to throw in a cartwheel. Despite her tendency toward being a night owl, being outside this early had a certain charm to it and she finally dropped down in the grass, unfazed by the dew soaking through her clothing. “If you’ve just been standin’ there watching me, that’s a little creepy, y’know?” She yelled out, eyes still fixed on the yellowing sky and breath coming heavily. There was a figure on the edge of the pitch, she swore she saw it. “I’m not going to bite ya if you’re here to run or somethin’. But you could at least say hello.”
“I’M NOT CREEPING!!” James yelled from across the pitch. He had just gotten there, trying to take advantage of the quiet morning and decent weather to practice for quidditch. Had Marlene not spoken he would have probably missed her, so he put his stuff down and walked over to her. “If your current position is how your performance will be during the next few games you should probably quit.” He teased with a grin before offering her a hand. “Didn’t think you’d be a morning person.”
