"I should've brought another jacket or something. Geez." Only Beatrice Castell's words and the sound of chirping crickets could be heard that early dawn. It was a little after half four in the morning and the sun was still taking refuge under the horizon. The sky was still it's beautiful hue of purple, slowly gathering in the redness that would soon bring the sunlight. But as for now, without the sun yet, it was chilly and the brunette had to rub her palms against each other and jump up and down, the soles of her rubber shoes making crispy sounds on the ground.

She looked up. The Whomping Willow was still asleep too. It seemed like a terror in the shadows but she liked being near it - not deadly near but near - it was one of the things that has never changed since she her first year at the school......and now it was her last.

Time......it was the best racer.

But right now, she had her own race....against time....against the wind and as the Ravenclaw crouched down to prepare her run, she counted in her mind. One was the cue.

10, 9, 8 7.........