Andromeda had no intention of flying that day, she would love to of course which is the reason she had left the castle to walk down to the quidditch pitch. Her outdoor robes were pulled tight about her, it wasn't awfully cold but she felt the slightest breeze and chill today. Her skin was almost pastey grey in colour not as bad as it had been the month before and she certainly wasn't as weak either which she put down to the food supply available to her this time around. What was most different this time was the small few strands of her hair that were now grey in colour. Distinguished, her uncle had said. Andromeda had merely scoffed, mortified that at 11 yrs of age she had grey hair.
Andromeda had intended to meet up with Zuka and Brian at some point, she had given Zuka her gifts already and had Brian's with her so that she wouldn't have to go all the way back up to the 7th floor again. As she walked out onto the pitch she saw she wasn't alone. Andromeda smiled when she recognised it was Brian. He had improved greatly in his flying, she felt a sudden surge of pride for him. Remembering how fearful he was of it in the beginning. She stood and watched, waiting to see if he would spot her so she wouldn't have to disturb him by calling out.