Paris grabbed her broom off the pitch and hopped on in one quick motion and zoomed off to the other end of the pitch, she wasn't flying to high. Her boots were barely skimming them grass as the wind whipped around her face. She looked like a muggle witch with her jet black hair flapping out behind her. This was one Arithmancy class she was actually going to have fun in. Too bad all of them couldn't be outside. Professor Shackleton was one rocking witch in her book. She made it to the other side of the pitch and she landed lightly on her feet.

She was mesmerized by the twirling gemstones. They were so pretty. She wondered if these could bet he stones that the Gray Lady was talking about. This was a easy one and she walked through the floating stones till she found the right one. She held on to it fast and she hopped back on her broom and flew back over to Professor Shackleton.

She held out the stone for her. "Is this correct?" She asked.