Ben made his way down to the Quidditch pitch. He was half asleep. What was Mariana thinking, calling practise so early in the morning? Was she completely mental? Ben shook his head, then tripped down the stairs as he wasn't looking where he was going. "Bugger." he muttered as he got himself up. Today wasn't going well, already.
Ben was also a bit worried as to why she called practise so early. Had other teams been booking up all the good times? Was Mariana annoyed about training? He hadn't played so well last training, he hoped he wasn't going to be kicked off the team. He had only just got on it when the third year boy who was meant to be beater had been banned from Quidditch. Lucky, for Ben, not so much for the other boy. It had been his fault though, sneaking around the Forbidden Forest at night.
Finally Ben got to the pitch. Mariana and Miseria were both there. They were both a fair bit older than him, but Ben didn't mind. He was used to hanging around with people older than himself. "Hey guys. What's up with the early training?" he asked, trying not to sound too annoyed. He couldn't help but yawn, though.