Brilliant. ((open))

Harry sighed as he dragged his broom and box of Quidditch balls out onto the empty pitch. The clouds looked gray and angry, a storm was approaching. Harry bit his lower lip and stared at the sky for what seemed like ages. He prayed to Merlin it wouldn't snow, then again it wasn't quite cold enough to snow. It had to be at least 50 degrees out. It would be perfect Quidditch weather if it werent about to storm. He lugged the heavy box to the side of the pitch, opening it up to remove the snitch that was nestled inside. The golden orb spread its wings as Harry tossed it into the air, watching it flutter away. When it was out of sight he mounted his broom, gripping it rather tight. The raven haired wizard pushed off and hovered there for a moment before zipping up into the air. It had been some time since he'd ridden a broom, it felt brilliant. The light rain against what little skin was showing, the wind whipping through his hair and against his face..simply brilliant. He took in a deep breath, holding it as he tilted his broom forwards, shooting straight down at the ground. A wicked grin spread across his face as he pulled up just before he hit the grass, the back of his broom just grazing the fresh cut grass as he shot back up into the sky. He had completly forgotten about the snitch for a minute. Coming back to his senses he hovered in the center of the pitch. Looking for the firmiliar golden blurrs the snitch left behind as it moved.

The only thing Rebecca was aware of at the moment was the pounding of her feet on the ground. When the skies had turned cloudy, the Ravenclaw girl had decided to go for a run. Her brain, bright as it was, needed a break. She had changed to sweatpants and a gray short-sleeved shirt with the Ravenclaw crest on her sleeves. She tied her hair back in a short ponytail and headed out the door. She had gone around the lake and was now nearing the Quidditch Pitch. It was a refreshing experience, and though she did not run for sport, she had continued the minor hobby from age 7 up to the present. Her face was red and her breath came in puffs, but for once the blond-haired girl had absolutely nothing on her mind. Unfortunately, this also meant that her mind was not on hand to tell her if she was veering off the path. A light rain hit the bare skin on her arms and face. Powered by the steadily growing wind, it felt like ice striking her body.

Suddenly, a golden blur zipped in front of her, and her reflexes took over. She jerked backwards, disturbing the steady rhythm of her feet. Her shoes slipped on the slick ground and she struggled to maintain her balance. She nearly did a face plant into the dirt, but managed to come to stop, upright. Her brain back in command, she glanced at her surroundings, a hand on her wand and ready to pull it out. She had no idea what had just happened. She realized that she had unwittingly entered the Quidditch Pitch, and a survey of the grounds revealed a ball box. So it must have been the snitch that flew by, which means... someone must be practicing! She reasoned. If her cheeks were not already red from the exercise, Rebecca knew they would have flared up. She felt her ears grow hot and she desperately hoped that whoever was up in the sky hadn't seen her flailing about. She looked up, eyes searching the sky for a figure on a broomstick.