Dan knew fully well that students weren't meant to fly, except in practice/games, especially not after school hours. Dan had always longed to be in the Quidditch Team, but his lack of ability to work in a team meant that Dan had never even bothered to try-out. He would end up hitting someone.
It wasn't yet dark, but the sun had gone down, and Dan stood beside his old, and tattered broom which he had kept for years. He was ready to take-off. Dan lifted his leg over his broom then lightly pushed off, and flew up to the hoops and around. For Dan, doing this was more because he knew that he wasn't meant to be doing it than for any other reason. That was just Dan. Dan laughed to himself as he stopped himself in mid-air. It was un-likely that the Professors would still be on watch as the dark skies approached.
It wasn't yet dark, but the sun had gone down, and Dan stood beside his old, and tattered broom which he had kept for years. He was ready to take-off. Dan lifted his leg over his broom then lightly pushed off, and flew up to the hoops and around. For Dan, doing this was more because he knew that he wasn't meant to be doing it than for any other reason. That was just Dan. Dan laughed to himself as he stopped himself in mid-air. It was un-likely that the Professors would still be on watch as the dark skies approached.