Savannah was out flying. The school brooms were terrible, but they were still better than not flying at all. She hoped they found this hidden vault fast because she wanted a new broom. The air was cold as she danced through the air, practicing different maneuvers in the chilly Scottish air.
She played with an imaginary quaffle, using the pitch for a one woman game until it was time to get back inside. She made a pass through the ground when she saw someone down there. She dove and reached the person- woman there.
A new arrival. Savannah was rather happy that there was finally another woman here. "Are you all right?" she asked as she dismounted, leaving the broom to the ground before going to the woman. "It's all right. I promise. Nothing to cry about, that's for sure. You'll be fine. I'm Savannah and you are?"