Dora ended up mounting her broom and flying to the center of the pitch about five steps in, not too high and at a leisurely pace. It wasn't like she was racing or anything, and going slower gave her plenty of time to think, which is why she liked it when the pitch was empty.

Also, her pockets were full.

It was easy to notice the flying professor approaching the field, but she didn't pay the older woman any mind. After all, there were no practices to be had or any matches, so it was perfectly fine for her to be out here flying. She didn't even expect the professor to pay her any mind until she actually did fly close by on her own broom and speak to her. Her eyes flicked over to the woman and she began questioning herself as to if it WAS okay for a student not on any house team to be flying.

"Yes..." She didn't fly closer just yet, but she did eye the quaffle for a brief moment. Should she be worried about being kicked off the pitch? "I like flying in colder weather." Paaaaause. "Are you meeting other students out here?"