***Landon and I have already made a basic plan of this thread so there is some godmodding, we're both cool with it, no worries***
𝕽orie loved rain.
The sound of the droplets splashing, the puddles to jump in, the temperature drop, the cloudy sky. It was all a wonder to the enthusiastic girl.
So, it was no wonder that she would venture out onto the grounds during a pouring and gray morning to have some time to herself. She wouldn't complain if she encountered someone, but Rorie liked to have some solitude as much as the next person sometimes.
She watched behind her as her feet made tracks in the mud of the grounds, watched the surface of the Lake rippling with the force of the rain water. It was a pleasant and relaxing scene all together.
She kept walking, following a path, poorly defined but still existent. It led her to the training pitch for quidditch, a place she didn't visit all too often but enjoyed the time spent there when she did. She couldn't afford a broom of course, nor was she allowed to own a broom as a first year, but she had borrowed the school brooms and taught herself to fly quite well many a time.
Of course, with the rain, she wasn't going to risk flying, but she did sit on a bleacher on the pitch and watch the rain, listening to it's pitter-pattering.
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