There was no way that Junia was going to miss a flying lesson so after ensuring that she was adequately bundled up for the weather, she made her way out to the pitch. The QUIDDITCH pitch. The one that she'd stared longingly at for ages, wishing she could be out there, playing. Flying, though. It wasn't the same but it was something she loved and she wouldn't pass up an opportunity to enjoy it here at school.

"Hello Sir," The second year greeted cheerfully. Her gaze left the groundskeeper for only a moment to eye the mysterious trunk and her eyebrows went up. Hm. Hopefully there were no pixies in there. She'd had enough of those to last a lifetime.

...And what on earth was that boy doing?

"It's only flying." Merlin.