They look rather forlorn, three big poles sticking into the ground, each supporting half a hoop. Thanks to some long-forgotten sporting accident, or backfiring jinx, or whatever, the playing area for Quidditch practice is — incomplete. Still, you can come out here and throw a Quaffle around with your mates, can't you? Or maybe see if you can't work out one of those Muggle sports. I mean, that basketball's supposed to need tall hoops and, well, baskets, isn't it?
Shortly after getting the letter that he would be serving as co-captain of the Quidditch team, he came out to the training grounds trying to make a game plan for the season. He sat down, looking out, deep in thought.
She'd come out to the training grounds. She'd been looking for Wesley everywhere...this was sort of her last guess. When she spotted him she'd let out a slightly annoyed breath and head over. "There you are."