September 16th, 2075, 3:06 PM - Craving Company

[Lily Ellis]

Lily's unstable breathing came out in slight pants as she finally came to a halt, in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch. She wasn't really sure as to why she had been running but it hadn't produced any relatively positively results. Her legs felt rather sore since she had been fairly lazy lately and she stretched luxuriously, putting her stiff body at ease. Another puff of hot breath escaped her lips and she ran a hand through her hair, messing up the blonde tresses that barely fell to her shoulders. Under normal circumstances, Lily got easily annoyed if anyone or thing messed up her hair but since it was going to happen anyway, who cared.

Lily directed her attention to the broomstick clutched in her other hand. Another gloomy little sigh escaped her lips and she mounted it, losing no time in kicking off, leaving everything but her thoughts at the shrinking ground. Her thoughts, at once, jumped to the Scarlett-Avery-Alex situation and she groaned in slight frustration. Cold wind whipped onto her face, making her hair fly and her nose feel rather cold, as she circled clumsily over the pitch. Lily was not too much of a routine flyer, she was just doing it because of her current dilemma. She was not sure as to whose side she was supposed to be on in the newest fight that had ensued.

Lily much preferred Avery over Scarlett but a part of her mind was very astonished and cross at how rude Avery was being with everyone. Meanwhile the side voting for Avery also managed to convince her that Scarlett was a coward and hiding behind Alex. Lily made an enraged sound at the back of her throat and directed her thoughts elsewhere, convincing herself that she had not come up here to infuriate herself. It had been ages since Lily had met someone new and the damp silence hung around her in a depressing manner. Heck, Lily would be glad to see Scarlett even, she just wanted some company. Any company.

[Henry Cruiser]

Henry coughed roughly as the wind closed around his throat. He hadn't been out in a long time and he decided now would be a good time to take a risk. His old yet dependable broomstick was slung over a shoulder as he walked towards the Quidditch Pitch. The strings of his drawstring hoodie flickered up to his face, occasionally whipping at his nose and forehead. He finally arrived at the center and dropped the broom on the ground with a dull crunch from the neat grass.

He stuck his hands in his jeans' pockets and slowly circled the area, sharply breathing the cold, crisp air. He cupped his hands over his eyes as to shield the bright sun and could see a speck in the sky, flying in a random path. Curiosity took the better of Henry and he grabbed his broomstick, mounted and squeezed his hands around the handle. He kicked off gently, yet firm. He leveled with a certain girl he recognized; Lily Ellis. Henry always had a knack for remembering faces.

It was a pleasant surprise to find someone he knew, yet didn't talk to as often. He flew in front of Lily and relaxed his body a bit, resting his hands on his knees. He hoped the Hufflepuff would recognize him in return, but it wouldn't be that surprising if she didn't. Henry started a bit straight to the point.

"So, Remember me?"

[Lily Ellis]

The wind blowing past her carried a barely audible sound from the ground below but rather than see what it was, Lily merely dismissed it, not trusting her keen hearing for once. She exhaled heavily and covered her nose with the inner side of her elbow, protecting it from the cool breeze whipping past her. Lily resisted another gloomy sigh and abruptly circled, catching a movement from the corner of her sight. She brightened almost immediately and squinted at the approaching figure on a broomstick. Lily slowed down a little before coming to a complete halt, raising her gaze to look at the approaching figure.

A slight grin tugged at her lips as she stared at the boy hovering in front of her. Lily wracked her brain, trying to remember his name as he spoke. Definitely something with an H. What was it? Harry? Nah. Henry, I think it was. With such less people in the castle it was hard to forget anyone, really, but still she hadn't really talked to him ever since the Yule Ball and even then, they had only exchanged a few words. "How could I forget?" Lily said, humorously, even though she had very well forgotten. "Yeah. I think I remember you. Henry, wasn't it?" She asked, her eyebrows raised slightly, feeling that she had guessed his name right.