Heather walked up to the Quidditch Pitch carrying a Firebolt, as much as it was expensive, she had some really rich friends and relatives, and they got it for her for her twelfth birthday, incase she ever wanted to try out for the Quidditch Teams. She was wearing dark blue jeans with a dark blue T-shirt with ruffled sleeves. She had her light blue sneakers one, and she ran onto the field and got ready to take off while running, when she reached the middle part of the stadium field she took off fast. She flew out of the stadium and went whizzing around the turrets of the castle and looked in the windows of classrooms, many kids were being taught, but for the sixth years that day. There were no classes, lucky her. She flew around close to the ground, around the grounds. She saw someone just some steps like twenty steps in front of her.