 Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
It was going to rain, hard. It probably wouldn't even take long. It was obvious from the way the sky was darkening and the temperature was dropping. But despite the slight drizzle in the hair, frizzing up her baby hairs, she was basically skipping down to the pitch, broom on her shoulder. There wasn't even any charm on her '"flying-in-the-rain" appropriate clothes. She figured that if rain was meant to make playing Quidditch --and flying in general-- harder, then she might as well embrace it.
And so, she was. No impervius charm on her, thank you very much, apart from her goggles. The ability to see what you were flying into was still very much needed.
But maybe the rain had scared people away? There was a distinct lack of students around and Daisy smiled politely at all of them, even if she only really knew Olivia by name. The others were Junior Commentator of Task Three and Dora's Umbridge Person of Importance. And Olivia; the Gryffindor's presence did give her pause, being vaguely aware of what had happened (her boyfriend was very respectful of confidentiality agreements, but she had seen the state of his shirt that day), but ultimately she decided that fresh air was always good and so was exercise. Clearly, the blonde was feeling much better and that was a thing to be celebrated.
"Professor B!" She didn't have to look for him, having seen him fly around the pitch as she approached. It seemed perfectly normal to her that he would be flying already. In fact. She lowered her broomstick and kicked one leg over it. "Are we meant to join you, Sir?"
Please say yes.
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