Oct 21, 2014
Rita sat on the damp grass down at the Quidditch pitch. A breeze blew through her hair and kisses her closed eyelids. It was far too late to be caught out here, but she had decided to take the risk.
She had only been out there for fifteen, twenty minutes before her stomach clenched. She could hear footsteps on the grass behind her. Fearing that a professor had caught her after curfew she scrambled to make an excuse. "I just needed some fresh air--"