tori rushed down to the pitch with her broom in hand. It was cold outside, and probably about twice as cold higher up. But that didn't phase her, she needed to be out in the open air for a while, she was sick of being cooped up inside all of the time. She mounted her broom and kicked pwoerfully off of the ground, she was soon high up just having fun on her broom. It felt so good to be flying again.

Lana had been sitting in the stands, watching.. well torturing herself. The whole stand was empty, making it a little better. Lana felt herself drifting off slightly, then she heard someone running toward the quiddich pitch. She smiled, how she wished she could do that, but no. She couldn't, end of. She watched the girl as she flew off into the air, up high and down low. It felt like a dream. Once, just once Lana wished she would actually get to ride a broomstick or even play quiddich. She wished.