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- Alexis
With most of the students being away for vacation Nora felt this was the perfect time to go for a flight. She did not fly often because it was such a popular spot for students who were much better on their brooms than she. Since Durmstrang Nora avoided places with possible conflict partially out of fear from the curses and hexes that had been inflicted on her when she had done or said the wrong thing. She knew about Hogwarts rules but something in her still felt shook up about the whole change from schools and made her think that she was never going to revert back to the vain, naive girl she had been. Nora didn't know if it was for the better yet but as she slipped on her grey shirt over her head she knew that there was nothing she could do and it truly wasn't her parents fault for anything that had happened over in the eastern European school. All Pippa could do was live her life and at that moment it meant putting on her trainers tightly before walking down to the quidditch pitch, trying to push herself onward even if the heat was becoming a deterrent.
When Nora had finally reached the quidditch pitch she was eager to get to the broom cupboard where she grabbed the closest one to her and quickly mounted it so the breeze could cool her down when she got around flying. Only when the brunette was dying around did she notice that she wasn't entirely alone on the pitch so she grumbled to herself and hoped that she might be left alone because the last thing she wanted was to be bugged about her lack of skill or told to get off the pitch because the other person was some sort of air hog. There was nothing Nora could do until then so she just continued flying, cooling herself down as the wind rushed past her.
When Nora had finally reached the quidditch pitch she was eager to get to the broom cupboard where she grabbed the closest one to her and quickly mounted it so the breeze could cool her down when she got around flying. Only when the brunette was dying around did she notice that she wasn't entirely alone on the pitch so she grumbled to herself and hoped that she might be left alone because the last thing she wanted was to be bugged about her lack of skill or told to get off the pitch because the other person was some sort of air hog. There was nothing Nora could do until then so she just continued flying, cooling herself down as the wind rushed past her.