Halloween Quidditch

James frowned at his list of players who were signed up for the event. Someone had not done a very good job of planning this out....hardly anyone was signed up for the event that he had been talked into hosting by his coach. Looks like he may need to take people in off the street if needs be. Who cared about lists anyways.

Waving his wand, James lit up a sign, which was hovering at the entrance of the makeshift pitch. It was about half the size of a regular Quidditch pitch, but then, this wasn't your average game of Quidditch either. James played around with one of the small bewitched pumpkins, allowing it to fly away just about out of arms' reach before snatching it out of the air again. He had an air of boredom about him as he waited for the assigned players, and perhaps some surprise participants to show up.