Patrick loved that he could be outside now without the fear of terrible snow coming down on him. He felt alive and well and was so enjoying the not being stuck in the drab castle. He couldn’t believe the things that had been happening this term but he wanted to take a moment to enjoy the outside. Quidditch hadn’t been going the same way it had last term. He thought he might be able to do a repeat like last term but no he hadn’t so far.

Sitting down on the bridge he pushed his long legs, which were a bit of a squeeze now that he had put on some muscle. He looked out over the bridge admiring the beauty, but missing the hills of Kentucky as he looked out and about the view. How had he reached 16, and managed to stay at Hogwarts, alive no less?