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Hilary came out onto the Quidditch pitch after breakfast on Saturday morning. It was about a week before the Yule Ball and although she had already chosen a dress the last time she had been in town, she had yet to ask someone to the ball. It was almost time for exams and her brain was about ready to explode for the amount of information she had absorbed for her full set of classes. She needed to blow off some steam and thought that this was the perfect place to do that. She pulled out her scarlet streak from her backpack of space and dropping her bag on the grass she hopped onto it. She flew up and felt the wind against her face. In one motion she pulled her ponytail off of her hair and felt it blow around in the wind. It was almost strange how comfortable a girl who only four years ago had been scared of hights could feel flying high and fast above the pitch. Her thoughts returned to one of the last times she had been on the pitch, during the first task, surrounded by dangerous creatures. At this point she almost would prefer to face that part of her past again rather than treading forwards into the unknown. But this was inevitable, the future would happen and so for now she just kept flying.