[b]Ryan Hallow[/b]
[b]Quidditch pitch, Hogwarts Castle grounds.[/b]
[b]6:00 A.M.[/b]

Ryan was sitting on the benches atop one of the Ravenclaw stands in the Quidditch pitch, he was sitting here early as he wanted to get the view of the sun rising behind the castle. He had slept for a few hours before coming out here to have the morning dew and chill breeze, it was somewhat foggy and dark before the sun slowly rose. In his hands was a book he had taken from the library,
 [i]Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them[/i] by Newt Scamander.
He has read about a couple chapters before he closed the book, one hand bookmarking where he stopped, he instead wanted to rest his eyes and enjoy the view. As the sky slowly started changing hue, Ryan started to recollect his first night at Hogwarts. 

[i]He alongside other first years where excited to be distributed to the four houses, the sorting hat was quickly sorting the eager students into their houses. This year it seems most of the sorting hat's pickings were satisfactory to the respective students. Nobody complained. When it was Ryan's turn and the sorting hat was put on his head he got a bit nervous, afraid that'd he be thrown into anything but Ravenclaw. But he was fine with Gryffindor . The sorting hat didn't take long as it yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" 
The night was followed by good and friendly introductions from his housemates, friends he no longer hangs out with.[/i]

 It was some time before Ryan could spot anyone around the premises, he only saw the distant figure of a student flying on a broomstick, making rounds about the castle grounds then rushing into the castle. Ryan swore he recognized the student as none other than James MacFusty, he had numerous classes with him but they didn't interact much, just the usual smiles. Later after the sun rose and the pitch was filled with beautiful rays of sunlight, Ryan noticed a group of Hufflepuff students getting into the pitch. They kicked their brooms, threw the Quaffle and began their training session, seemed more like playful competition to Ryan. 

He recognized Jasper, Tessa Goffe, and the one that caught his attention most, Elizabeth Grace Fontaine. She was a sixth year student just as him, he gasped and almost dropped his book between the cracks in the boarding. He recovered then leaned forward gently as he watched both girls go at each other in an intense yet playful match. The air was cool. It hadn't been long before the Quaffle was thrown again close to his stand and Elizabeth caught it, only now did she notice someone was in the pitch. A lone audience. When his gaze crossed hers as she flew brilliantly on her broomstick quite close to his booth, he gasped again then quickly adjusted to a smile.

"Good game."