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WHO; Stewart Ackerley && Dean Urquhart
WHEN; After Curfew!
WHERE; The rainy Quidditch pitch.
SUMMARY; Stewart decides to have a late night flight, and bumps into someone.
RATING; lets go with PG13 for now.
WARNINGS; tba
STATUS; complete.



The Ravenclaw common room was littered with parchment and other such things, Stewart shook his head and grinned at the sight, because while they were all known for being smart, being tidy was another thing. Who had time to clean while there were assignments to be completed and essays to be done? Stewart glanced along the emptying common room, his foot tapping while he stretched his arms in his seat. It was getting late but he couldn’t help but think about going out to the Quidditch pitch to fly a little bit. After all, wasn’t curfew meant to be broken? And he knew most of the prefects that would be making rounds anyway, it wouldn’t be too hard to convince his friends to let him off the hook. Stewart jumped up and waved goodbye to a few of his dorm mates before he ran up to his trunk and grabbed his broom. It wasn’t the newest version of anything but it’d been his, and had always been reliable. With a second glance at the rain outside, he grabbed a cloak and quickly decided that he would need his wand to cast impervius before the night was over. With that he ran out from Ravenclaw Tower, just as the fireplace started flickering.

It was a simple trip out of the castle, the corridors were relatively clear, there had only been one close spot when Stewart had to quickly murmur nox because he had heard Filtch’s wheezy cough. Soon enough he was out and breathing fresh air, his heart buzzing excitedly at the prospect of flying. He didn’t really know what the whole entire school was complaining about, it was just barely drizzling, and it was still warm compared to how cold it got during Christmas. He made a beeline towards the Quidditch pitch, pulling his hood over his head and making his strides longer. He vaguely wondered how much trouble he’d be in if someone caught him in his midnight flight. He wasn’t one to be afraid of authority normally, but he’d had a very long summer and didn’t really feel like having detention or worse so early in the school year. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he neared the pitch. He squinted his eyes a bit, looking out through what was now mist, as he saw someone else out this late.