Sean wandered onto the dark Quidditch pitch, still wearing his Levi's and a blue shirt, which was now closed. He was waiting for a student, Arourianna, who had wanted to talk to him. He had to admit, something about the girl seemed interesting, and he was looking foward to their meeting.

He saw her heading over and walked over to greet her.

"Hello Miss. Drake," he said.

Night fell around Hogwarts like a blanket, shrouding the grounds with very little light. Making her way to the Quidditch Pitch, Arourianna hummed softly to herself, her spirits unusually high. Dark curls tangled around her face, hiding most of it from veiw. Her suprise meeting with Professor Avalon had not went as well as should would have liked, seeing how another student had beat her to the chase. Carly, she remembered, scowling. Never really fancied the girl. Her white dressed billowed gently with the breeze as she entered the pitch.

From across the field she could see Professor Avalon, his lean figure a beacon in the darkness. Any sane female would readily admit that he was of course a fine looking individual, but Arourianna most liked his enthusiasm and competitivness. Challenges were what Rouri thrived on.

Arourianna met the professor half way, a smile on her face. "Good evening, professor. I have some things I would like to discuss with you, if that's not a problem." Her soft, irish accent sounded amplified by the silence.

"Of course it's not a problem," he replied, smiling down at her. "I'm here to help. Being the Flying instructor give me a lot of spare time too. By the way, I'm sorry about how things turned out in the office, I figured it be best if I split you two up, Miss. Butbank wanted to talk for a while so..."

"So what exaclt do you need Miss. Drake?" he asked.

Arourianna smiled sheepishly at him, her pale cheeks flushing. She hadn't anticipated being alone with him on a dark quidditch pitch, but in all honesty it didn't bother her any. As he began to speak, Rouri listening, nodding her head. "Ah, it's not a problem. You did the best thing. I've never quite liked the girl to be honest."

"Actually, I was wondering if my flying has improved in the slightest? I've never been the best and quite honestly, heights are not my cup'o'tea." Looking up at him with bright green eyes, she smiled, shrugging her shoulders.

"You have gotten better," said Sean smiling as always. "If you still have problems with height or your flying I can give you some pointers one day."

"And flying isn't being about the best, unless your a Qudditch fanatic like me. It's about enjoying yourself and loving it. What draws you to flying Miss Drake?"