It was a rather odd meeting to be called, a rather odd one indeed. For the last few months, the auror's office was finally regaining some order, hell the Ministry and the Wizarding World in general really, but as the blonde haired, grey eyed woman sat with some of her new colleagues, she could feel some tension. There were still Death Eater loyalists at large, and dangerous ones at that, but life couldn't be put on hold forever, and with Quidditch season coming around, the auror's office knew that large gatherings like that would be likely targets for the most violence. 

But that didn't stop these volunteers, and one Ryan Lockwood was just waiting for the team she would be assigned. They weren't just worried about the audiences, they were worried for everyone, afterall. And this meeting was [I]dragging[/I] on. Especially with most teams getting ready to start practicing within the next few hours. "Lockwood!" Her name was called, and she looked up. 

"Yes sir." She spoke, and the man handed her the paperwork she needed. Most of the captains had been informed, but others either ignored the owls, or just hadn't been reached yet. So paperwork was necessary. 

"You have been assigned to Puddlemere United. The top packet is for you, the bottom letter is for their captain. You best be off, you have a half an hour before their practice starts."She was informed, and Ryan rose a brow. Still, she stood, and exited the meeting, heading towards the floo chimneys and apparating out of it and into the field in front of a housr she knew all too well. The Weasley home.

She noticed a tall, red haired man with a sleeping blonde boy in his arms, and a small smile twitched at her face. "Hey Ryan." The man greeted, and she approached, placing a kiss to the boy's forehead.

"Hey Charlie. Thank you for this. I thought I would have a bit more time before I had to be off, but I have to leave in the next fifteen minutes. Got to be there before the rest of the team and all." She explained, and Charlie nodded.

He had been staying with his family since the Battle of Hogwarts, where he lost one of his younger brothers. Not to mention, he had been helping her with Ayden. Who was still asleep in his arms, but Charlie spoke again. "You know I don't mind. Ayden is my godson, and ... " Charlie trailed off, Ryan knowing where it was going. He picked up again, just on a different topic. "So which team were you given?"

"Puddlemere United." She answered, and Charlie smiled a bit.

"At least the captain is a familiar face, and I am sure he wouldn't mind this little man coming to practices." Charlie chuckled, quietly. 

Ryan shrugged. "I can't do that, I can't put Ayden in that kind of danger. Besides, he'll get to come to games with me, so there is a silver lining somewhere."

He nodded, and Ryan looked at her watch before placing a kiss on the sleeping boy's forehead. "Thanks again, Charlie. I will be by to pick him up later. If you have any problems, send me a patronus or something."

"This isn't my first time watching him, just go. I have this." He said, and Ryan nodded before apparating to where the practice was said to be held in her file. And there was the team, and she looked to her watch. She wasn't late, but then again, she remembered who the captain was. Oliver Wood. The Quidditch Nazi as he had often been referred to, but he got good results. 

She approached the team, who looked at her, and when she finally got close enough, one spoke. "Are you lost, ma'am?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"Where's Captain Wood?" She asked, and another spoke.

"He's getting the rest of the practice stuff. You're dressed up quite a bit if you're a new addition." He said, looking her up and down. She was in a pair of slacks, a white blouse underneath a black blazer, and a pair of flats. She sighed, seeing some movement and the man she knew as Oliver Wood.

She walked over, letter in hand. "Captain Wood?" She addressed, and she offered her hand to him. "I don't know if you remember me, but I am Ryan Lockwood. I'm from the auror's office, sent to watch over your team in practice and the like."

She handed him the letter, and looked back to the team. She felt sorry for whoever had the Falcons and the Tornadoes. But then again, she knew her colleagues could handle worse, and she finally looked back to Wood. "I promise I will be out of the way." She told him before she headed over towards a bench away from them, where the best vantage point was and began going through her files.