Emma walked out onto the pitch, knowing that Jo would meet her here soon. As usual, she would probably walk in right on time, which bugged Emma, who was usually 5-10 minutes early. Walking into the equipment closet of the stadium, she grabbed a quaffle. Then, she took it back outside, and sat down on the front bench, adjusting her chaser gloves. She was wearing one of practice outfits, a blue halter with black shorts. With her black hair neatly braided back into a French braid, she sat and tossed the quaffle up and down.

Like always, Jo skipped in at the exact time she was supposed to meet Emma.
Jo, with one glance at Em, rolled her eyes. Of course Emma was wearing her so-called 'practice outfit', which just happened to include something like a halter. :P
Jo was wearing a solid forest green tanktop with ivory colored shorts, and her long red-brown hair was tied up in a high, swinging ponytail.

Grinning at Em, Jo cartwheeled once before landing in front of her friend and grabbing the quaffle out of her hands.
"So. Shall we?" she said, motioning towards the sky above them.

OOC: Ok wat is the difference between a tank top and a halter. The only difference is that a halter is shorter, and Em has a belly piercing so its all good. LOL :P Atleast I dont copy peoples outfits! ;) It's ok, you know i luv ya. B)

BIC: Emma grinned at Jo as she came cartwheeling over.."Showoff." she said jokingly, as she grabbed her firebolt and pushed off the ground into the sky. She hovered near the goal posts, waiting for Jo to throw her the quaffle.

Eventhough they were on different teams, they could still practice with each other and work on things. "Are you playing chaser, or keeper first?" she asked.

"Umm..keeper!", Jo said, still trying to adjust to the fact that Emma was now beginning to wear her belly piercing in public. "Em that thing is hot." she said jokingly, before mounting her broom and joining Em in the air. Taking the quaffle, she threw it to Emma and hovered back and forth between goal posts, waiting for Emma to try to score.

Emma grabbed the quaffle and tooked in under her arm, holding it tightly. She turned her broom around, and faced Jo. Starting at the other half of the pitch, she quickly came towards Jo at full speed, turning now and then, trying to fake her friend out. Finally, within 20 feet of the goals, she threw the quaffle super hard, pretending to go at the middle when instead she went to the left. Her ball had a little lefty spin so it would stay away from Jo.