<strong>Quidditch Pitch-Thomas Perkins and Shylar Moor</strong><br/><br/>Upon heading out the door, it was immediately obvious that Seeking practice was not going to be very feasible.  Ambient light poured out from the door and various windows, but by the time they made it out to the quidditch pitch little of that light remained.  "Lumos!" said Thomas, concentrating on his wand, which lit up, but did not improve things by much.  He looked around briefly as though hoping some other source of light would appear.  Resigned to the lack of light, he shrugged and reached into his pocket and pulled out a wrapped cloth, already jerking around violently.  As soon as it was unwrapped it sped off into the sky and disappeared.<br/><br/>Thomas looked to Shylar as if to say "here we are" and held out his broom.  "Do you wanna go first?"