Let's see what you got[gryffindor quidditch team]

[Harry Potter]

Harry had woke up early that morning to make sure he still had everything he needed for the first practice of the year. He didn't want to get down to the pitch and realized that he was missing a beater bat or something along that lines. Today was the first practice of the year and he was more than excited for it. He ran through the corridors to grab some breakfast along with the other early birds. But when he got there nothing looked extremely appetizing, so he quickly ate a muffin and grabbed a glass of milk before he went down to the pitch. No one else was really up and if they were they were the ones sitting and there house tables with a quill and parchment getting a start on next weeks homework.

The quidditch pitch had been booked for the whole day by Harry. He wasn't sure how long they would end up practicing but he figured it wouldn't be more than a few hours but just in case. When Harry got to the pitch he put the tub with all the balls down in the center than he put the beaters bats and all the other random things they needed for the day. Since it was there first practice Harry would have to hand everything out but after this practice he wouldn't have to anymore since the players would bring it down themselves. Harry grabbed his broom to make sure it was still looking good and of course it did. Ever since Hermione got him the broom cleaning kit he cleaned it every day. He was more than happy, that his godfather had got him the firebolt.

Looking around he noticed that no one had come down to the quidditch pitch from his team yet. So he decided to do some warm up laps, just to get used to his broom again. He jumped on and went flying around the pitch. He was going rather slow at first but after a few laps his speed increased and increased each lap until he was going so fast the he was starting to get dizzy. Harry was laughing and smiling as he looked around the pitch he had never had so much fun in his life. He loved the rushing wind through his hair, hearing all the animals and seeing the tops of the trees in the forbidden forest. Which wasn't so forbidden since Harry had already gone in it countless times. But they were never by his choice it was always cause of detention, or Hagrid and Dumbledore told him too. And there was that one time when he and Hermione had to run through it to get away from Lupin.

Harry noticed a few sleepy people walking down from the castle so he stopped where he was and slowly went down toward the ground. He was happy to see that people were actually coming to practice a few minutes before it started instead of late. His feet hit the ground and he unmounted the broom. Harry then walked toward the middle of the pitch where everything was located he placed his broom gently on the ground and smiled standing there waiting for everyone to come over before he began practice. He was excited since this was his first year being captain but he was also rather scared since a lot of pressure was on him to win. He smiled as the first few people came up and said, "Hey, were just going to wait for a few more people to get here before we start." He smiled at them and then looked as more people were coming up to the pitch.

[Delwyn Dumbledore]

Delwyn was a huge fan of Quidditch. In fact sitting in front of the wireless, dressed completely in their team colors was was the way he and his father would often spend time together. There were times where he'd fall asleep in his father's lap and his father would sleep the night in the living room with him because he to had fallen asleep. Those nights were precious to him. Why? Because he couldn't experience them ever again. His father was dead. Killed by Lucius Malfoy. And there was no way of bringing him or anyone else back from the dead.

He wore a white tank top and black pants, his Nimbus 2000- that his grandfather had sent to him this morning- was slung over his shoulder. It was still all too unbelievable. He was the first first year to make the team since Harry himself. When his feet hit the pitch he couldn't help but look up and watch as his team captain flew around enjoying himself. "Morning Harry!"

[Lyra James]

Despite always wanting to be out and about Lyra James hated getting up in the mornings. She knew she couldn't sleep in today as Harry had book the pitch for practice for the entire day and being the teams keeper she couldn't not show up. But she did need an extra kick up as she'd made Circe promise to drag her out of bed that morning even if she had to put some sort of spell to get her outta bed. Though once Lyra was out of bed she was out for day no matter how much she might want to go back to sleep once she was on her feet her body would let her go back to laying lifelessly on her bed covers. Yawning Lyra stood for a moment staring out of the window and down to the grounds below where the haze yellow rays of the sun shone from behind the every greying skies.

Sifting a sigh she left the window and when to her trunk at the end of the bed and began to dig around for her gryffindor quidditch jumper and joggers for the practice. Eventually she found all the piece of clothing she would need for the practice and changed into them before picking up her brush and pulling it though her hair first of all to get out all of the knots there had tangled together in the night before she pulled it to the back of her had and tied it tightly in a pony tail on the top of her head. Chucking her brush in the top of her trunk she trudge out of the dorm and down into the common room. She stopped briefly at the common room cork board to look and see what had been posted but the wasn't anything too interesting before she found her mind wandering and she was making her way out of the common room.

Climbing out of the portrait hole she followed a few students down the main set of staircases which changed on her once or twice as she made her way down to the great hall. Though by the time she got to the door she had woken up as she just saw Harry exit before she entered. She didn't spend long in the great hall having her breakfast grabbing a few slices of toast and sticking a couple of piece's of bacon in them and having a swig of juice before setting off down the the pitch. Lyra ate her sandwich on the way down to the pitch where she could already see somebody flying around the pitch and a figure or two making their way down to the pitch in front of her. It was any surprise to Lyra that she wouldn't be the first there as she wasn't really known for being the first person in the line.

She finished her sandwich before she got there and wiped her hands on her jersey before she went into tunnel and up onto the pitch. She stopped on her way over to Harry and Circe little brother in the broom cupboard to finder her Silver Arrow sitting there waiting for her. Pulling it out she shut the broom closet and made her way over to where Harry had gotten all the stuff out they'd need like beater's bats and the quidditch balls all ready for them. The only one Lyra came in contact with was the quaffle and only briefly if she did as though bludgers was aimed at her she most of the time dodged them. "Hey guys ready for a good old practice." She said smiling as she gripped her broom in her hand.

[Fred And George Weasley]

The twins stood against each other, propping the other up as they barely managed to keep their eyes open at the ungodly time of day that Harry had arranged the rehearsal for. Their bats hung loosely by their sides as the identical clones supported one another.

They had rolled themselves out of their dormitory begrudgingly when Harry had told them that their was to be a practice. Despite the twins normal bounce of energy and charisma it would usually take them a good while to build it to become their bombastic selves, nevertheless they had managed to crawl out of their four-bedder. They had looked at each other and used the other as a mirror in order to fix their appearance, it was odd that even when they became messy from sleep, the other would be the exact mess.

They had decided to skip breakfast as they marched through the castle, their battered yet reliable Cleansweep Five's over their shoulders, instead they chewed on a pack of muggle sweets, Red Vines, that floated magically between them.

As people began filing into the pitch they awoke, shaking their ginger locks vigorously to wake themselves up before both breaking into the symmetrical and iconic smile they both shared and turning into the iconic figures that were renowned throughout the school in all houses, even Slytherin.

"Good Morning lovely teammates" Fred said cheerily

"And to all our fellow Gryffindors who have leant their support of us this morning" George smiled

"Now let's play some Quidditch!" the two declared in unison

[Dean Thomas]

It was to early to get up, Dean thought harry was completely bonkers for having a practice this early in the day. It would make more since for a practice at two or three in the afternoon not at dawn. Dean pulled on a pair of black jogging pants and grabbed a yellow t-shirt and throw it on. He walked slowly down the stairs to the common room were he grabbed his broom that was sitting in the corner. He didn't have time to put it away after his flight last night because it was raining so hard he just flew straight into the castle. He looked around and saw a girl sitting in the corner scribbling down notes as fast as she could. Dean knew he only had about ten minutes to get to the pitch so he left the common room and walked through the down corridors to the great hall to grab a piece or two of toast before beginning practice.

There was a student or two in the great hall, there were no professors in site which was normal at this time the house elves had a few things for breakfast ready but nothing to big. He grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it then he grabbed an apple. He ate the toast before he was even out of the great hall and stared eating the apple as he made the journey out of the castle and down to the quidditch pitch. It wasn't a terribly long trek, it wasn't like he was heading to the black lake or to Hagrid's hut which would have taken forever to get to. He was just walking down a stone path to the pitch. He was surprised that there were so many people down at the pitch already he saw harry standing in the middle and dewlyn next to him. There was Lyra and fred and george.

There was a person maybe two in the stands watching probably just people that couldn't sleep or at least that's what usually happened. He smiled as he approached everyone in the middle of the pitch. He could see that the beater bats were there as well as the box of balls, and there were pads for the keeper and such. He figured this practice might not be so bad after all. He looked around the pitch to see where there missing team member was. He couldn't see anyone in the skies or anyone coming down the pitch but who knows they might be a little late or maybe for once dean was early. "Hey guys, do you think we should start some warm ups while we wait for the last member to come?" Dean suggested. He could tell that everyone was anxious to start practice.