We'll Be Hiiiigh As A Kite By Then

[Savannah Brooks]

It had been ages since Vannah visited the Quidditch Pitch. Quidditch had been her one and only love once upon a time, but now she was way too out of shape to even attempt to try out for the Slytherin Team. She could still enjoy flying for fun, she just hasn’t. Until now. Her broom was gripped firmly in her hand, but even that which was once the newest hottest model was now boring and outdated. The times were changing and she didn’t have the energy or the desire to keep up.

Vannah stepped onto the Pitch and let her eyes take it all in. Everything about it was familiar: the stands, the dressings that matched each house, the three tall rings at either end of the Pitch. She could practically hear the crowd cheering on a game as it swished by their faces. She missed the game, the challenge, the competitiveness. Vannah opened her eyes, her little fantasy game drifting away. There was no use living in the past. There was really no use in standing there when there was an open Pitch calling her name.

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan stepped out of the dressing room with his Firebolt in hand and closed his eyes. Without a seconds hesitation he mounted his broom and took off into the air, circling the pitch several times before slowing down and hovering. As he sat there he looked down and saw someone on the ground, and he knew who it was immediately. His heart dropped, remembering the last time they were together he went on a rage and she stormed away. He continued to hover, not sure what to do or say.

[Savannah Brooks]

Savannah felt a light breeze flow over her and she looked up to see the leaves on trees swaying lightly. She loved that cool autumn air in the middle of a warm summer day. There something else hovering in the sky that caught Savannah’s attention, though. It appeared that she wasn’t alone on the Pitch, which was perfectly understandable and expected. What she couldn’t tell was who it was on that broom. She squinted her eyes and cupped her hand over her brow to block out the sun, but the figure only remained shadowy as it hovered mid-air. “Oi! Who’s there?” Savannah called. She didn’t mind having company, but she rather preferred to know who her company was. If it weren’t for that light breeze she might have been oblivious to the obvious second presence. It was eerie how silent the figure was being.