Citrine had been incredibly disappointed when they had lost against Slytherin. Their next match was not until around May so Citrine was putting in as much practice time as she could. She didn't want to be a weak link on the team. Sitting on a bench on the Quidditch pitch, she was adjusting one of her knee pads and idly wondering if anyone else would be coming out to make use of the pitch. She hoped so. It would be more fun to practice with someone.

Citrine caught sight of a Gryffindor, one of their newer players. "Hiya, Miss Fairchild," she greeted with a wave as she stood up and did a few stretches. "Come out to brush up on your skills?" She asked conversationally as she strapped on her helmet..

Citrine had no issues with practicing with another house member but she supposed Rupert would have some words with her. Whatever. He didn't seem to like her no matter what she did anyway. "Yes, want to practice some flying moves together?"

"Why don't we start off with a little race around the pitch?" Citrine proposed as she mounted her broom and kicked off a little. Waiting for the girl to agree or not before doing anything else.

Citrine grinned as Miss Fairchild agreed to the plan. Bingham was likely to get a bit out of shape but Citrine could honestly care less. "Ready," she said, signalling the takeoff.