The sky's the limit. [Open]

Scarlette's pretty lips twitched into a small half smile as the cool winter's air gently tickled her face. The breeze was stronger on the top of the slytherin stand overlooking the vibrate quidditch pitch, but Scar wasn't bothered by the cold.

She loved it.

Before pulling her thick bottle green scarf further up her neck, Scar took a sharp breath of the fresh air. Once she was sitting down, she pulled out her beloved copy of 'Quidditch throughout the ages' and flipped yo the beginning, her peircing emerald eyes flickering over the familiar words. What better place to read about quidditch then the place were you play quidditch?

For a forth year slytherin student, Scar actually have quite pretty, slightly angled features giving her a slightly fairy and/or elvish look. Her ebony brown hair was casually hanging down, resting on her shoulders as she skimmed the book peacefully.

The more Scar turned the pages, the more in love with the game she fell. The brunette sighed, longing to just jump on a broom and play a game. But she was instead sitting alone on a winters day in the deserted quidditch pitch. Not a student in sight.

Charlotte walked around the pitch, wondering if it had actually been a good idea to come back. Ever since that day where she'd almost fallen off her broom, she'd been scared of returning, albeit interested in knowing how to fly so she could overcome her fear.

Savannah had told her she'd teach her, but she hadn't seen the girl ever since the day she'd saved her life. She could wait, though. She was patient enough, and it wasn't like she was eager to start lessons.

The Ravenclaw spotted someone up in the stands and sat down as well, a few feet from where the girl was. The nice breeze and the quietness of the place, along with the beautiful view, like in any place at Hogwarts, made Charlotte enjoy just being there.

Lost in the pages, Scarlette hadn't noticed a ravenclaw student walk on to the pitch, let alone sit down a few feet away from her. A chill ran up the brunette's spine as she finaly felt the presance of another student, quickly looking up from her book to see the young girl with brown hair.

Scar's green eyes loomed over the greenary of the quidditch feild, trying to work out where the stranger had come from. Scarlette suddenly felt a bit awkward, expecting to be alone out here. Not wanting to be rude, Scar gave the blue eyed girl a small smile.

"It's a bit chilly out, huh?" She said kindly, trying not to appear cold. Unfortunitly, slytherins had a bit of a hard time making friends in other houses due to thier rather dark history. Hopefully she wasn't to concerned with the past.

Charlotte lost herself in thoughts when a voice pulled her out of her own little world. It was very easy to just forget about reality and keep living in her imagination... all the what if's, the endless possibilities she created, adventures, romances... none of that was ever real, except in her own mind, where she could mix her own thoughts, books that she'd read, and things that were actually happening.

Not that her real life was so bad she had to make up another world. It was nothing of that. Just her imagination, in her opinion, was much more fun than the real world, where she was often hesitant about actually living because of her past mistakes and fear of the consequences. Because in real life there were consequences to your every action - in her mind, she could choose not to have them.

She shook herself out of her own thoughts again and turned back to the older girl, a shy smile on her face, "It is..." She shrugged, "But it's... nice. At least, to me, it is. Not too cold, just right."