She wouldn't say she was ignoring their loss to the Kestrels, but more of... choosing to not think about it. What else could you really do to help ease the sting of yet another added failure to the pile the Catapults had created with their abysmal losing streak? This season had been horrible, and it was to say the least that Rose was looking forward to the relief that came with an off week. Maybe it could help rejuvenate some morale, help make a fresh start. That was actually possible, and maybe with a last-ditch trade before the deadline this weekend, it was entirely conceivable that they could come back for the second half of the season.

Rose immediately slammed her locker shut, feeling guilty for entertaining such a brutal thought; she wasn't exactly supposed to want for one of her teammates to get traded, was she? But, it was entirely too easy to, knowing that the main reason for the team's perpetual losing had a bit to do with a lack of snitch-catching action.

But there was nothing that could be done about it now. All she could do was head home and prepare for the remaining week's practices, perhaps paint another room in her house, or---

A loud crash interrupted Rose's thoughts, and with a preserving curiosity, she popped her head to catch what had created the noise. Her brow furrowed slightly as she squinted her eyes. She would have sworn she had been the only one in here, having taken the time after practice to organize her belongings in her locker, which had become quite messy.

Another crash, though this one a bit less violent, pulled Rose forward. Walking toward where she thought the noise had originated, with wand in hand, she moved slowly in case... well... she supposed they hadn't had any strange break-ins by unwanted guests, but Rose had heard of it happening at other stadiums, so it would be not smart to approach a situation unarmed. Almost slipping by the captain's office, something caught her eye that made her arm drop and her back straighten like a board.

"What are you doing?" Rose demanded of the poorly hidden Charlie Spinnet. She peered through the doorway, unwilling to get much closer than she already was. Why was Charlie Spinnet in Caerphilly?