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Customarily an early-riser, Su Li had been up since just after seven that morning.  Without any pressing work to do, she had lounged about the Ravenclaw Common Room for a few hours, reading a bit, organizing her itinerary for the coming week, and writing some Christmas greetings to friends at home.  She had been looking forward to this morning's flight, especially now that she knew she would have some very worthy company.  It wasn't everyday you got a chance to fly with a Quidditch star merely for the fun of it, now was it?

So she'd headed down to the Great Hall at nine to enjoy a leisurely breakfast, chatting with a few fifth and sixth year Ravenclaws who had also decided to stay for the holiday.  Su didn't know any of them particularly well, but it was better than sitting in silence.  After finishing her meal and feeling quite pleasantly full, Su grabbed her broom and walked purposefully out of the castle doors, making a beeline for the Quidditch pitch.  It seemed like a logical place to begin, anyway.

About halfway there, it Su was becoming increasingly grateful that she'd bought some new clothing during the last Hogsmeade trip.  She'd lpiled on several light but insulating layers this morning, anticipating a characteristically cold morning.  As a bracing wind whipped her full on in the face, she was glad she had.  Once at the pitch, she pulled on some gloves, straighened out her jacket, and adjusted her hat more securely on her head. 

Cheeks already pink and her eyes bright, Su mounted her broom and kicked off, experimentally weaving through the wind currents at a low altitude as she waited for her companion.