*quidditch training pitch*

No one had been more surprised to hear that Sunday had somehow, Sunday had made the quidditch team. No one other then her nannies of course. Sunday was hyperactive, and lacked the skills needed for basic interaction. In there letter to Sunday though, they had written how they were excided to see how she played, and there hopes it helped get some of that energy down. They were so happy for her in fact, that they had sent the girl a boom! Her very own broom!

The one she had slung over her shoulder currently as she skipped her way to the pitch. Radiating with unspent energy. She had no real way to tell time, her internal clock as Mama had put it a while ago, was on it's own time crunch. So she had arrived a long time early. Well, she set off an hour and half early, but had gotten lost, sidetracked, spent to much time with her pygmy puff, that was currently on top of her head. Despite all this, and the odds being against her. Sunday made it. And saw the upper classmen standing in the field.

"AH HA!" She shouted out confidently, talking to the purple mass that stood out starkly against her white hair. "I told you Purpleberry, what did I say?" What did she say indeed. She couldn't remember, that had been almost ten minutes ago. It was absurd to think that she would remember what she said in that so very long amount of time. Purpleberry didn't respond, as pygmy puffs couldn't talk. That didn't mater to Sunday. The pet was her very best friend in the whole world. "Ah who cares, I knew we were close!" She declared cheerfully, Dashing over to Kavi.

Her arm was raised up high in an eager wave. "Hello there again!" She called out, digging her heals in the dirt as she slowed her self down. Wide grin plastered across her face. She looked up at him, wow. Was he always that tall? "Man your tall, anyways! Hi I'm Sunday, I don't remember you at all really." Blunt, but who cares. She didn't bother holding out her hand, and if he held out his own, she would ignore it. It would have at least looked that way, reality was Sunday just wasn't fully aware that was what was expected of first time meeting someone. Instead favoring to looking around the pitch. Resembling an puppy that had just been let of leash for the first time in a dog park.

"Man the pitch is huge!" She looked back at the older boy, then let out a gasp. "Oh my god! I almost forgot," She reached on her head, pulling the puff off, lightly tugging at her hair, ignored. And held him in her palms up to met Kavi in the eyes. "This is Purpleberry, He's like, my best friend. Don't worry he wont get in the way." She set the puff down in the grass, having no fear at all that he would run off, or away. She had, had the puff for about as long as she could remember. And never once had she lost him. She prided herself on being a great pet owner.

She looked back, she had been bouncing off the walls. It was very easy, and safe to say that she had been looking forward to this. "What position will you be playing?" Sunday knew next to nothing about any other positions other then her own, she always got the names confused with the roles, confused with the balls used. And for whatever reason the role, ball, and job changed every time she had to make a guess. But you could bet that she knew seeker needed to find the snitch, and well- yeah. That was about it. Find the snitch.

Jamie was not good at magic.

He knew magic, grew up with the phenomenon surrounding him at all times—in every aspect of his life, in every dark corner. Yes, he knew magic like a close friend. And while he could very much comprehend the theory behind it, his stable grades over the years serving as proof... he was simply not good at magic.

Something about it evaded him, his casting average on some days and pitiful on others. He really, really couldn't understand why, and there were various times it haunted him. After all, it was such a sore topic for his immediate family; with every failure at school, he could easily recall his mother's disappointed gaze from years of being homeschooled. Frustrated. Not good enough. A downgrade from the child she raised before.

He was not good at magic, but that did not mean the universe abandoned him. Where his wand failed, his physical prowess flourished... no matter how contradictory it was to his upbringing.

Jamie could run fast. He carried an ample amount of stamina. He could aim well, and clearly, this was enough to make first string on the Quidditch team for his school.

Finally, he was doing something his family could be proud of.

Or, at least, he hoped that would be the case. The boy had yet to hear back from them upon sending his monthly letter, and the anticipation was made clear in his body language. His brow, furrowed, as if it had long forgotten what it meant to be relaxed. His hand wound tightly around his broom, much tighter than necessary, as he walked towards the designated training pitch. Hopefully this first team meeting would serve as a distraction.

He reached sooner than what was planned, the day still carrying out its transition into twilight. But despite his timeliness, there were two others already present. Perhaps they were eager for the training? Excited to mingle with their peers? Which... the mere thought of excess socializing almost forced a sigh out of him, but he'd make do. He always did.

First, the youth forced himself to breathe. In, then out, one second then two seconds then three... He could feel himself relax slightly. Just enough.

"Good evening," he called out after walking towards the duo, his face shifting to reflect his default expression—a polite smile with gentle eyes. Rather than immediately continue, he tried observing the two, soaking in their appearances and gathering what information he could.

He recognized them, could vaguely recall them being at tryouts, but he most definitely did not recognize the strange creature sitting idly by on the ground. It caused him to emote, his brows rising before he quickly schooled his features back into place.

"That... anyways. It's nice to see you again," he spoke with a slight bow of his head in the other boy's direction, knowing he was an upperclassman. He did something similar towards the girl as well, though it was far more abrupt. "I'm excited to play with you two for the foreseeable future."

He took a moment to look around, and instantly figured they'd either be waiting a while for more people to join, or... "Apologies, but did I come too early?" he questioned, not quite believing the second possibility of no one else arriving.