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Flight
Dec 27, 2011 17:59:08 GMT
Post by Mia Higgins on Dec 27, 2011 17:59:08 GMT
Mia made her way to the grounds with all the security it was hard to get around and do things in the dark days. It was a chilly day the air seemed dense and cold but everything around her seemed cold. The trees were bare and the grass was almost completely brown. Mia carried her broom in hand, she thought maybe flying around the Quidditch pitch would boost her spirits.
As she walked onto the field, everything looked deserted. She posted up on her broom and kicked off. She loved the feeling of being able to fly. The cold air stung her cheeks as she picked up speed and flew around the goals. Maybe, some would see her flying and join her.
Mia flaw up to the stands and went in for a landing that she wasn't for sure that she would make, but she did thankfully. She got off her brrom and took a seat on one of the benches in the stands, she really missed how Hogwarts used to be. Usually people would be out and about trying to find something to get into.
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Flight
Dec 27, 2011 19:35:43 GMT
Post by Ginny Weasley on Dec 27, 2011 19:35:43 GMT
Mia wasn't the only girl on the Quidditch pitch rigth then. Ginvera Weasley, Gryffindor team captain in Harry's absence, stood nearby, one hand on her trusty - if outdated - Cleansweep Seven. The redheaded girl wasn't in her Quidditch robes, instead simply wearing her Hogwarts uniform; she wasn't supposed to be down here right now, after all, but after the morning's now-compulsory muggle studies class, she hadn't been able to stomach eating anything, and so had given lunch in the great hall a miss to check the Quidditch conditions instead. A welcome distraction from the memory of the female death-eater's characterization of muggles. Stupid, dirty, like animals... the words seemed to repeat in her head, and Ginny shivered from more than just the chill wind.
The Wealey girl set her jaw, banishing the recent memory. She'd have to be back at the castle soon, so she ought to make the most of the time she could grab down here. Keeping her mind firmly away from the subject of muggles and muggle studies, Ginny swiftly mounted her broom and kicked off. The wind whipped at her untied hair, blowing it behind her as she sped around the field, letting the sensation of flying clear her head. She'd need to hold tryouts for the team soon, Ginny mused as she pulled her broom into a tight loop, and only then catching sight of the other figure down in the stands. Curious as to who else would be out here right now, the Gryffindor brought her broom to a stop in front of the stands and from her position in midair, looked up at the other girl. A Ravenclaw in her year, Ginny thought, although she didn't think she knew the girl's name.
"What brings you down here?" she asked, shifting to a more comfortable position on her broom as she addressed Mia.
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Flight
Dec 28, 2011 17:51:15 GMT
Post by Mia Higgins on Dec 28, 2011 17:51:15 GMT
Mia thought that she was the only person out and about at this time, but she was mistaken when she seen a red-headed girl fly swiftly around the pitch on her broom. Mia actually let out a smile, to actually see someone breaking the rules though the punishment may be crucial if they were to get caught. Especially by Snape. Mia didn't like the idea of Snape being a Headmaster one bit she hardly could stand the fact she wished that Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts.
"Oh everything, just escaping for the time being. I can hardly stand it in that place any longer." she answered looking up at the girl who seemed very familiar. A Gryffindor, Mia had seen her a few times around with the Trio and Potter... maybe Weasley's sister they looked similar.
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Flight
Dec 28, 2011 21:10:17 GMT
Post by Ginny Weasley on Dec 28, 2011 21:10:17 GMT
Tight-lipped, Ginny nodded. "This morning's Muggle Studies lesson was awful." she agreed, wincing just at the memory. A number of times, she'd wanted to stand up to the death eater calling herself a teacher, but after seeing the wound Neville had recieved at her hands, the redhead had - for once - thought better and held her tongue. As much as she hated the Carrows, some things just weren't worth being tortured for. After a moment, the Gryffindor swung herself off her broom and onto the stands to join Mia.
"I'm Ginny Weasley." she stated, by way of introduction, and also to change the subject. Death-Eater curriculum was the last thing she wanted to think about right now. "I don't think I've spoken to you before... do you play Quidditch?"
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