Walking was something she did a lot of any more. Usually she slept in until two on the weekends but today there was something that just wouldn't allow it. She had to walk. So she had gotten dressed in something casual and gone walking. She hadn't even gone for breakfast which was unusual for her. Ava loved to eat. It was almost like an addiction. To skip a meal would have been worrying for anyone who knew her.
She was not sure how she had gotten out on the grounds, hugging a spiral notebook to her chest. It was something non-magic that she could write in so her words wouldn't be broadcast around the school at random. Christ it was a lot colder than she was expecting it to be but then she hadn't been intending to go outside either. It just sort of happened. And the grass was wet and dewy which was annoying her. How dare anything be any sort of cheery?
Somehow, she ended up on the pitch. She'd never played quidditch, honestly. Flying was fun and watching it was great but it was too rough. She was so small that even being a seeker was out, she figured. She'd just be crushed by all the people dodging around and a bludger would knock her for a veritable loop.
Someone was flying overhead. That distinct red hair told her it was a Weasley of some sort. She whistled sharply and then waved up at him coyly not sure which one it was from that distance. Just sure that it wasn't the ever badass Ginny. By the time she properly settled, he was on the ground and she could tell it was Ron. Was he even on the team this year?