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Practicing this stuff alone had been even worse than in groups. At least during the formal lessons with McGonagall, they could all take some comfort in the fact that there were seven others just as miserable as they were. When it came to trying out a transformation alone, in an empty classroom or otherwise private space, you were forced to focus on the pain and the difficulty of the task, and the fact that you were experiencing it. Much less encouraging.
Nikolas caught sight of the nearest exit from the building - not the main one through the Great Hall, but another one that students tended to take on free afternoons after class. It was nearer to the pitch than the main entrance was, which helped tonight in particular.
"Here," Nikolas said, nudging Lucy toward it and hoping it was unlocked. He pushed the door open and was greeted by the brisk evening air. As they stepped out, he saw the pitch not far ahead. "I hope they're up there already. I want to get started."