you were training on the quidditch pitch, alone...until you wernet.

Sirius Black- an insufferable Gryfindoor whom you loathed- strutted over and simply winked at you before mounting his broom

"Black, go away! I want to train!" You snapped, annoyed.

"Woah, watch your manners, Love..besides- I'll help you train; I'm rather good at quidditch if I do say so myself." He said, proudly holding his head high.