It was weird. She always was charging into battle it seemed; whenever there was action, you could see her running to it. If there was silence, she would be sure to be the one trying to break it. But it seemed that to many things had been changed. She was a champion. She was a captain. She led a banned group. She was a shopkeeper. She was alone.
And now, Jack Dyllan was escaping.
Not for long, mind you. She had been out late for her own personal, private Quidditch practice and had noticed the stars. She stored away her broom in the broom shed- which she never did- and had walked out to the stands and laid out on a bench, watching the stars. She stared at them, wondering how she had never realized the healing power they held.
When she had spotted a figure watching her, she had clambered underneath the stands, realizing it was late and she had probably been noticed by a teacher or by a fellow student who was intent on getting her in trouble. She had stolen across the grounds in the shadows and looked to the forest, so dark and uninviting.
And she had ran for its cover.
She slipped inside the green canopy, knowing the forest was dangerous enough in daylight but not caring. Only creatures remained here and where her social skills with people lacked, her understanding of animals made up for it. It was one of those unexplained gifts and ones she was confident in.
She paused, not all to sure that she had escaped who ever had seen her and feeling her heart pound. This deep into the tournament would be a terrible time to start getting herself into more trouble. She hoped, if she had been followed, it was only by a student...
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