OOC Note: So sorry I haven't been the best active captain these past few months... life gets in the way of fun things like this. It's been rough, but I think I need AO for my sanity. And with that said, I think a Quidditch practice is in order. You don't have to attend, but it would be fun if you did. And I guess there's no 'right' way to run it, so we can just make it up as we go along.

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It was clear to the entire body of Hogwarts that some things could easily be forgotten in a time of crisis. Lavish dinners, strict classes, House Points, Quidditch, or even a snide tongue were amongst the things that could be forsaken until a crisis had been dealt with. This crisis, however, was a breed of its own. This crisis had seemed to settle itself in at Hogwarts, as if it were a transferring Seventh Year that had thrown away any previous order and made itself at home in one of the dormitories.

A murder was, obviously, no laughing matter. Especially when the murderer was a good friend, and the victim a relative of a best friend. Due to the shock and the horror of the events that had recently unfolded, the professors and students had seemed more subdued than usual. And rightly so. There was, as always, exception to the majority. And Nina found herself in that minority.

She knew she should be with the rest of the school - mourning and carrying about her day. And she was. Hell, she was even doing whatever work her professors assigned in a timely fashion. But there was the other side of her that felt she should do something about all the sadness in the castle. She wanted to banish the Dementors, metaphorically speaking. And quite possibly the only thing that could cheer her up was Quidditch.

Call her obsessed, call her heartless, call her a babbling fool. Words would not change her way of coping. Nina knew that not everyone felt this way. She did not know how her teammates, especially George, would feel about this impromptu practice. But hopefully they would see it as she did - taking some time to just be and live. Being sad all the time... is too unhealthy.

And with that mindset, she Owled the team at breakfast, requesting a practice at 6 pm sharp. It was now 5:45, and Nina sat on her broom, hovering precariously in the center. Hopefully someone would come. If not to play Quidditch, then to talk. It was what everyone needed right now.

Michael had had  a restless night of sleep the nite before.... it seemed that every little noise was waking him up.  The house elf that came to collect their dirty laundry in the nite had actually woken him up, though Michael hadn't let it know, the elf would have been horrified.  As a result the following morning he was sitting at the common room table staring at his plate, which was crammed with bacon, sausage, eggs, and a blueberry muffin, he still wasn't eating pancakes, not after the fiasco where they had tried to eat him.  As a result he hadn't noticed the own that landed next to his plate clutching a letter, that is until the own had started pecking at his bacon, this could not be allowed...

"Hey, whadda want" he said grumpily at the own.  "Oh, a letter" he snatched the letter away from the own, which was looking indignant at him and tore it open.

Gryffindor Quidditch practice tonight, 6 o' clock sharp. Quidditch Pitch. I would really like you all there, but I know that may not be possible; I understand. Please respond either way.

Love,
Nina

"Oh wonderful, he thought to himself, as if he wasn't already tired enough, now he had extra quidditch practice, maybe it would tire him out enough that he would sleep well that nite.