Sloane was, as per usual, a bit of a mess. Things were better, she supposed, but she still felt like there was some weird space between her and Cameron that just lurked like a bad habit. Something was off and it was eating away at her.

So naturally she made her way to the pitch to fly herself exhausted so she could just pass out after her Transfiguration homework without letting her anxiety get the better of her; then she'd never sleep. Splash followed her out this time. Her large, part-kneazle-part-Norwegian-forest-cat was almost half her size, but Sloane enjoyed the company of her pet more than people most days (with a few exceptions of course).

After dragging the chest with the practice balls inside, Sloane tossed Splash one of the quaffles to play with, watching the large white fluffball basically bat and toss it around herself. It was pretty funny to watch. Splash was usually pretty aloof, but apparently had a ton of energy as she raced around with the quaffle. Of course she got a little too rambunctious and the next thing Sloane knew, the quaffle was scattering papers of a Slytherin she hadn't even noticed yet.

"Whoops!" She called apologetically, hurrying over to help collect the flyaway parchment.