The spring held a special place in the coach's heart. While the Quidditch World Cup had varying start times, it most often began around April and there were matches for months until the two top teams faced off in the final game. It was an exciting time to be a Quidditch aficionado and the coach wanted to bring a little of that assignment back to Sonora, especially given the absolute nightmares that had occurred for some members of the team since the start of the year. That was a thought for another day.
All the players had done well this year and Sonora had held its own in games against other schools. Although they hadn't won the local championship, they certainly had no room to be embarrassed. The coach was hopeful that the team's success would brew further excitement in students who hadn't been sure about trying out the previous year and that they could have an even more robust team in the fall.
With recruitment and the World Cup in mind, the coach had decided that a mid-spring event would be a good choice. Players were given the option or not to participate and people who weren't on the team but had passed their flying safety course first year with high enough marks could join in the fun. Mostly, it was drills turned into games. People could race, run dexterity drills, perform stunts (with spotters, of course), and otherwise participate in activities and games.
There were also the same sort of food and snack booths set up as there had been at previous on-campus games and the stadiums were open if students wanted to sit and watch and talk with their friends. The coach couldn't help thinking that maybe an extra careful eye on the students went up too high was good too. These were troubling thoughts but they couldn't be brushed away.
Truth be told, it was a small event. It had been coordinated with the help of a few folks, but it wasn't anything like the end-of-year charity fair would be, in part because the coach hadn't wanted to take away from that. Instead, it was a simple celebration with games and fun and lots of sparks that fluttered around like tiny fireworks. It was perfect and the coach couldn't help being a little proud of how it had come together. And, of course, the team that made it possible.