The neatly trimmed grass of the empty Quidditch pitch made not a sound as a small blonde girl made her way to the middle of the field. Cecily hefted her broom as she reached the centre, giddy with excitement. Sure, it would have been more fun to have Adam or Amadea or even Ami here to keep her company, but she was pretty sure Adam didn't fly, Amadea was busy with Prefect-ing (which, frankly, Cecily should also be, but it was all fine), and Ami was undoubtedly getting into some sort of trouble. (That girl was going to get herself expelled one day.)
Either way, sometimes Cecily was happier alone. And right now, it didn't really matter to her, because finally, finally, she was holding a broom of her very own! Cecily had been dropping perhaps not-so-subtle hints ever since she made Ravenclaw's Quidditch team that she desperately wanted her own broom. Needless to say, judging by the broom Cecily held in her hand-- a beautiful, sleek Nimbus 2001 that she was pretty sure was way too expensive for her family-- her parents had picked up on the hints.
Cecily swung a leg over her broom, cautiously pushing off of the ground. She leaned ever so slightly backwards, testing the sensitivity of the broom. It drifted higher, and Cecily grinned. She could rule the Quidditch pitch on this broom-- that is, if no one else got one as good as this one. The Ravenclaw wasn't particularly well-versed in the quality of flying brooms, but she was pretty sure this was a good one.
She leaned slightly forwards, starting slowly. She could get faster once she was comfortable with the broom; after all, going too fast was one surefire way to get injured and have to spectate instead of play. This was her first time using a broom that was actually decent (the family broom wasn't must better than the school ones), and she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of the whole school. Not that anyone was watching, she just continuously fed her minor paranoia.
The wind started to whip through the girl's hair as she increased her speed, taking giddy laps around the pitch. She hadn't flown in too long. It really was a beautiful thing-- it was an escape from the near-inescapable noise and bustle of the school. Up here, all she could hear was the wind in her ears, flapping her robes out behind her, and her own ecstatic laughs, instead of her worrisome thoughts and the ceaseless talking of students.
Stopping again above the center of the pitch, Cecily tilted her broom to the ground, diving down, pulling up just as her feet brushed the grass. It was risky, it was stupid, it was exhilarating. She shot back up towards the sky, grinning idiotically, hovering high above the world, just breathing in the air, just living. Any Ravenclaw attributes she may have possessed were dissolved as soon as her feet left the ground. Really, why would anyone want to land again?
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-- Cecily Quinn --
and until we meet again.