Practice time - OPEN

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Nadezhda woke up early that Saturday morning with big plans on her agenda. She had studied the prior night so she had extra time this morning with herself and possibly a few Ravenclaw Quidditch players if they had gotten her owl. She was a beater for the team, but she also liked to practice at some of the other positions. It was her dream to become a Quidditch player professionally in three years, so she wanted to play on a Quidditch team no matter the position. Her ultimate goal would be to become a beater for the Yorkshire team... or the Appleby Arrows as a second pick. If all else fails she could use her connections outside of the UK but she really was getting accustomed to the culture here and she was seriously considering staying instead of going back to Bulgaria when she graduated, not that that was anytime soon. She had a few years to continue considering. 

Nadie got out of her bed and headed to the bathrooms where she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail and cleansed her face, a daily regimen thing. She was getting herself focused for the practice. Nadie was a very intense person in most ways, though she preferred it that way. She got that from her father, the intensity. He used to tell her that they only way that she would be a winner is if she was focused on her goal 110% of the time. Pulling on a pair of tight black leggings and a burgundy shirt, as well as her white trainers. She pulled on her leather jacket to keep her warm until she got out to the pitch and could wear her quidditch robes, and rushed out the door. 

Reaching the pitch, she ducked in momentarily to exchange her jacket for her Quidditch robes and grab her broom. It was a German made one that she preferred over the English brooms. It's turning ability was a bit sharper, though she lost some of the speed quality of the nifty thin brooms. Hers was a bit on the sturdier side, deep burgundy cherry wood with gold embellishments. She reached the pitch with her broom and the Quidditch trunk and opened it, setting free the snitch and the bludgers... She ducked as one streamed right over her head, and then grabbed a bat and decided to warm up with a few laps around the pitch.