Open Skies {Open}

[Robyn Matthews]

Robyn looked onto the quidditch pitch with a sense of awe. It was only a matter of time before the quidditch season started once more. She was looking forward to that as she spent her whole summer flying around her home with her father playing one on one. To her fathers dismay she won the majority of the rounds. Except when he got a bit too much into the game and began trying to shove his daughter off the broom only to watch in horror as his daughter clung to her broom for dear life. That only ment good for her. If she could survive not falling off of her broom by her fathers brutality she could survive another year of playing with the still Dirty Playing Slytherins. It was something that survived through the centuries. She doubted they were about to change all of that. They wanted to win as badly as she did and the rest of those on the Gryffindor team.

She walked forward making her way onto the pitch. She was immediately surprised that she didn't see anyone else out there with their brooms out. She lowered her broom from her shoulder and set it on the well kept grass of the pitch. She debated taking a lap around the pitch on her feet and immediately decided against it. With a content sigh she streached her back hearing it pop a bit. She straightened up with a slight frown, she hated when that happened. Lifting her broom up to where it hovered above the ground just calling her name for her to mount. As she mounted she decided a few speed laps around the pitch would do her good. She had practiced accuracy and precision during her break. But she had no where near practiced speed. And speed is what she wanted to do. She shot off in a blur.

She could hear nothing as she passed stand after stand. The only thing she could hear was the wind whistling in her ear as she shot off around the pitch. Mentally counting how many sprint laps she could possibly do without her body finally giving to the speed of it. Her hair which was tied tightly in it's hold seemed to be slipping. Must be because of the now seemingly solid walls of wind which she passed through over and over. Someone would probably think her an idiot for doing that for no particular reason. But she wanted to know how long her body could hold up to it. She was competetive especially with the years past. Always trying to get better than she had been previously. Normally she could only do a few speed sprints but she was pushing it further for now. She had to know. But she could also tell when she could not take more. Like when it felt her lungs were squeezed together.

She slowed down to a very slow pace to where she just flew slower around the pitch. As if taking in the image of the place. She breathed heavily for air, more at peace then when she had first stopped and was gasping for air. Her breathing was becoming much more regular now. And at that point was when she realized someone at the pitch. She smiled, knowing she wasn't the only one that was attracted to this place like a magnet. She slowed even more and managed to fly closer to the ground. The wonders of the brooms made since the day of her parents.

[Lily Luna Potter]

Lily was absentmindedly staring out the window in her Common Room. She had been trying to read one of her spell books, just to get ahead of the game, well at least that's what she's been telling herself since she started reading, oh about an hour ago. So far she reached page two without completely blanking out and staring out the window. She groaned, and shut the spell book, and then throwing it down upon the ground. It was useless, for Lily would never be able to read that book, unless told to do so. When it comes to school Lily was a very clever witch, she just lacked a lot of motivation sometimes, like right about now, in this situation. She was just lacking motivation, right? She was quite a smart witch for she was towards the top of her class when it came to magic, which she happened to be very proud of yet, never she never really talked about it nor really thought about it much. She could do even better in school if she had more motivation, maybe that could be her goal for this year, was to actually have the motivation and drive to do even better in school. After thinking about this subject for a while, she sighed, and jumped up from her seat. She couldn't take it anymore, she just couldn't stay inside any longer. She knew exactly where she was going to go and do, and in a rush picked up her book, nearly tripped over a few students who were laying on the floor, to which she grumbled something to the likes of "bloody idiots, why are they laying on the ground," and finally to her dorm room where she tripped up a few stairs as well.

She flew open the door to her dormitory, obviously disturbing the peace in their since she received some not so pleasant looks from her fellow bedmates. She smirked, and just shrugged her shoulders, they would get over it, she thought carelessly. Lily had a habit of making a scene like this and disturbing any peace that could be found within the halls of Hogwarts, lets just say it was her specialty. For she knew how to cause trouble and raise some hell, which was just some of her favorite things. Her parents on the other hand didn't appreciate it as much since they received a few owls over the years explaining the mischief their daughter had gotten into. They would punish her and send her stern letters of reprimand, but their anger would always dissolved when they received owls about her high marks in class, and of course her marvelous performance on the Quidditch Pitch. Oh Lily Potter, was quite the active, mischievous, pretty, charming, clever, smart, athletic girl. After causing quite a raucous trying to unearth her broom from her trunk, she finally felt the smooth wood in her hands, at the bottom of her trunk of course. She groaned as she pulled it out, for half of her belongings were thrown about the room, and she just couldn't leave them sitting there. She hurriedly threw her belongings in her trunk, only to realize now that the trunk wouldn't shut. She let out another groan and began to fight with her trunk to get it to close. As a last resort she sat on it, which caused it to close just enough to get it to clasp. She let out a sigh of relief, and grabbed her broom, running out of her dormitory, with much relief on the side of her fellow bedmates, for she had just caused quite a scene.

As the fresh air hit her face, she smiled causing her emerald eyes to sparkle, for it felt great to be outside on such a wonderful day. She practically ran to the pitch, for she heard it calling he name. Once she reached it, she felt goosebumps erupt upon her skin, the feeling of excitement coursing through her veins. She hadn't felt this excited since she was on this field last time, which happened to win when Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup. She smiled as the memories began to resurface in her brain. It had been a hard fought match, with many roughness between the players, and Lily herself nearly knocked off her broom, which only caused her to fight harder to find the snitch as well flying around the pitch almost running in to several players of the opposing team, she actually had no intention of running into anyone, but it did spook them enough to disrupt their flying. Then she saw it, she saw the snitch flying low to the ground, and she took off in a near nose-dive to reach it. Many thought she was going to crash, but she knew otherwise. Just when she felt the crush of the snitch's wings in her hands, she pulled up clutching the snitch triumphantly, with a huge smile upon her face, for the Gryffindor had just won the cup. As she relived those memories her smile had only grew, and she was now eager than ever to get on her broom.

Lily then mounted her broom, feeling the smooth wood holding her up, she shot off towards the sky, feeling the adrenaline course through her veins. She felt as if she was flying, totally free of all the troubles of everyday life, and all the worries of what was going to happen next. That's one of the main reasons she loved flying, she felt free, and alive. When she was on her broom was when she felt most alive, for seeing the world while flying around, made her really appreciate everything so much more than she ever could on the ground. She smiled, and shot off towards one end of the Quidditch Pitch and then when she reached it quickly, and shot off towards the opposite. She then flew around aimlessly in circles just enjoying the wind in her face, and the feeling of being alive, she could almost, just almost hear the roar of the crowd in her ear. She then sighed, slowing down, feeling content, and flew lazily towards the ground, and this was about the time she realized that she wasn't the only one using the pitch today, for her friend Robyn was out here as well. She smirked, and flew down next to her calling out a greeting, "Hello Robyn, enjoying your ride?"