 Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Daisy woke up that morning as if it were the first day of Spring, not a cold January morning. To her, of course, it was the best day of the week. FLYING. They got to FLYYYY. Over the Christmas break, she had obviously spent most of her time flying around the property with her Dad and she had even managed to sneak in a Quidditch match but ... Well, there was just something about flying over Hogwarts.
Especially in days like these.
With a grin so big it should not even be legal, the fifth year made her way down towards the Quidditch pitch, fully prepared for whatever may come of this lesson. Underneath her Slytherin cloak, she had her flying gear on, down to the boots and to the Falmouth Falcons shirt with the name Carden written in the back. Representing the family, yo! Her trusty Firebolt Supreme XX was in her hand, shining and gleaming in the January sun. "Hello, Mr. HoH!" She greeted the man, hand help up high for a high five. AAAH, he was favourite. Slytherin Head of House, FLYING instructor. Yup, Mr. McLeod was definitely the most awesome person around.
She eyed the trunk beside the Professor excitedly for a moment before chuckling and moving to stand next to Gryffindor Prefect. With a grin, she nudged the boy enthusiastically and pointed towards the trunk. "Do you think he has Bludgers in there?" Oh, please let it be Bludgers. She needed to show the Head Boy that she wasn't that bad of a Beater.
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