 Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Daisy wasn't supposed to be flying around at the time of day. She had a daily schedule now, very well planned and thought out, and that somehow made sense of all the million things she had to do every day. And flying was scheduled for two hours from now; right now she was meant to be in the defense training room, punching a bag. And yet, she was walking towards the Quidditch pitch, her broom on her shoulder. It was such a good afternoon, it would be a waste to spend it inside, especially when she was in Scotland and this could well be the last good afternoon she'd see until March. Or April.
So, she had tweaked her schedule, just for the day.
As soon as she had reached the pitch, she was on her broomstick, kicking the ground and taking off. But she hadn't finished her first lap before she noticed someone sitting on the stands. Someone who looked kind of familiar, actually, even from far away. With a grin on her lips, she flew towards the figure and, upon confirmation that that was indeed Henry the Prefect, she hovered on the lower level of the stands. "Whittebrook." Could she get a yay! for teammate greeting? YAY. The Slytherin dismounted her broomstick and carefully laid it down, before approaching her friend. "What are you doing here?" Not here, the Quidditch pitch. Here, the stands. Sitting down.
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