Keara and Brinley
Well this was the last thing that Keara had been expecting to happen during their weekend. After having managed to convince Brinley that maybe a little late night flying was a good idea. They had been heading out towards the eastern exit that led to the quidditch pitch when the command echoed through the halls.
Being closest to the great hall, Keara motioned them that direction, slipping into the crowd and her hand reaching out to grab her best friend's so they wouldn't get separated. "Just what in Merlin's beard is going on?" The enchanted ceiling was blank, no stars, no sky. Something was very wrong. "Come on, let's get away from the door before we get trampled."