Viktor had risen at his normal time, work or not, and gone for his morning run, as was his custom. He ate a good breakfast, and dressed appropriately for flying in cold weather. This was not a new activity for him; flying during the winters at Durmstrang were far colder. This winter in England was mild, but he knew it would be colder at the school. He pulled on his warm weather clothes, adding a newly knitted skull cap his mother had sent him, in dark maroon color. Thus fortified, he picked up his broom and apparated from his flat to Hogsmeade.
Once he stopped spinning form the apparation, he mounted his broom and flew straight to the school. As he approached the main gates, he noted that they were locked tightly. He stopped, unsure how to proceed. He dismounted and began to pace in front of the gate, wondering how he was supposed to get inside. He moved and pulled at the gates, and to his utter amazement, the chains unlock and the gates slowly opened. Viktor gathered up his broom, and mounting it, flew through them slowly. He was duly impressed as he watched the gates close behind them and re-lock. Without lingering further, he pushed his broom into a faster pace, and sped towards the pitch.
He arrived, flying over the stadium seats and caught sight of another lone flier circling in the air. Pausing his broom, he watched her maneuver. He found himself starting to grin and nosed his broom down, towards her altitude.