They walked out onto the pitch to a deafening roar. As Ginny had pointed out, the sky was a leaden grey, and a fine rain dampened them considerably as they made their way to the centre of the pitch, where the Slytherin team was already waiting for them. The grassy ground was waterlogged, and their boots were stained with mud in a matter of seconds. It wasn’t a terrible storm, at least for the moment, but everyone would have appreciated a more pleasant time.