[b]Elizabeth Fontaine[/b]

Beth opened her locker and grabbed her broom, all the while having a thoughtful look on her face. The Hufflepuff team had lost disastrously the previous year, and a small part of Beth blaimed herself for it. She'd been injured, forcing one of the less experienced Chasers take her position. "Yeah. We'll definitely win this year," she answered, a small bit of confidence coating her words. She had practiced almost every day during the break and made sure that she was in tip-top shape. She was one of the fastest in their team and she hoped to better herself soon. "But maybe it'd be wise to try and get a five goal lead this time, just to be safe." She let her broom rest in mid air as she put on her open fingered gloves and placed her bag inside her locker. She made a mental note to organize her locker the next time she had some free time.

Beth was just about to answer her friend's question when another person entered. It was Jasper, a seventh year and the current Seeker of their team. He was the fastest amongst them, and Beth knew that they could count on him to bring their house the victory this year. She offered him a friendly greeting, and as Jasper was about to offer his own, another figure approached them. Chuckling, Beth turned to Tessa. "Well we seem to have half the team here," she said, nodding towards their Keeper. "I'm still up for a race if you are."

She walked out to the field with her broom in hand. The sky was clear, a perfect day for flying. She hopped on her broom and kicked off, loving the feeling of the wind against her cheeks as she soared up. This kind of rush was something no ordinary muggle could experience, and Beth thanked Merlin that she was given the chance. Hovering at a remarkable height, she looked down to see Jasper kick off as well. He tossed her the Quaffle. She caught it with an expert hand and tucked it in her arm as she waited for Tessa.