Post by HAZE MARIA ROBERTS on Sept 26, 2017 12:48:03 GMT -6
Haze loved May. Spring was well underway and the weather was glorious. The Ravenclaw common room had been almost unbearable this afternoon, a trip outside was needed. Away from the heat and away from books. As she was coming to the end of her life at Hogwarts she had been revising hard. Surely a break was well earned.
The first place that came to mind was the Quidditch pitch. Getting up on a broom took all her worries away, she would miss it when she left. Making her way down the grounds, she passed younger years enjoying the sun and some seventh years with textbooks opened. She wondered if the pitch would be occupied.
As she approached the pitch she could see a few groups of students up practising their flying skills. She wasn’t too surprised, as long as they didn’t mind her taking up some space.
Haze made her way over to the broom shed. Although she had her own broom, the school had decent equipment so she didn’t feel the need to bring it down for a casual fly around the pitch. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she went to exit the shed. “Excuse me,” she said to a younger student who she needed to pass on her way out.