Roy stood out in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, a few beaten-down targets set up in the middle of the field. Working on stringing up his bow, a gift from his step-father, Oliver Queen, the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Pulling back an arrow, Roy hit a bullseye on his first try. Hearing soft footsteps on the pitch behind him, he turned around to see someone walking up to him, looking a bit nervous. "Are you looking to join the archery club?" He beamed at them, giving his usual charismatic smile.