Dora had been spending a lot of time out on the stands, more this year than others since her boyfriend played AND her best friend played, and.... pretty much everyone she knew played really. It was hard not to be out here supporting them. Except today she wasn't here for any of them, she was here for herself.

The snow crunched under her feet as she walked to the edge of the pitch, a broom carried over one of her shoulders carefully. The Ravenclaw was taking a break from her studies (and everyone huddled indoors because it was a bit chilly) by taking a stroll across the grounds alone.

It had been a just-in-case that had her bringing her broom along with her.

Just in case she decided to pass the pitch, and just in case she felt like flying. Standing at the edge of the empty pitch, her head tilted up to get a proper look at the sky. It was a nice winter day for flying.

She kicked at a bit of snow, and started for the center of the pitch.