Characters; Kenseigh & James.
Date/Time; Friday afternoon, before dinner.
Where; Quidditch pitch.
Warnings; PG-13 for now.
Status; in progress.

There had never been much of a difference between a free period and study hall for Kenseigh. She always found herself with a pile of books in the library or crashing a study hall if there was one being held in the great hall. In the past week, however, she'd found herself trudging through the snow down to the quidditch pitch. She'd been counting down the days until Ravenclaw's first match since the first day of classes. The number was getting increasingly smaller and she couldn't help but feel disgustingly excited over it.

Though she had threatened, she hadn't actually organised a practice during the holiday. For a moment, looking out over the pitch, she wished she had - they would be so out of practice. Kenseigh had satiated herself by spending nearly every day practicing with her mother in the makeshift pitch they'd set up together when she was eight. The veritable icebox the highlands had been never stopped them. Much to her father's dismay.

Even now, the cold weather didn't seem to touch her as she stared out over the pitch. She had bundled herself up in her winter jacket, scarf, and gloves before wandering out of the castle. Her Aquaredics was hugged tightly to her chest as the ideas for plays ran vividly through her mind. The fact that it had started snowing again didn't seem to bother her at all.