It was early morning and the air was still moist with dew. The clouds were tinted in pinks, blues and purples. The birds were chirping and high above the castle owls swooped down to towards the owlery returning from their early morning hunt. The sun continued to slowly rise behind the castle.

Adam McFarlin had been out for a morning run as he did every Saturday. He hoped to join his House’s Quidditch Team in the upcoming season and wanted to stay in shape as best he could. Looking a head he noticed he was almost at the bridge. A good place for a rest as any, Adam thought, panting heavily. Slowing his pace as he reached the bridge, Adam stopped to take in a few deep breaths to help even out his breathing. After walking further down the stone bridge he stopped and stretched out his muscles has he looked out at the horizon.

Adam leaned forward against the stone wall of the bridge that connected the castle to the courtyard. Water rushed rapidly below. Mist from the fast moving water below billowed up, feeling cool and refreshing to Adam. His dark blue Ravenclaw sweatshirt was soaked and started to feel itchy.

As soon as Adam was free of his uncomfortable sweatshirt, he immediately felt a lot cooler. Leaning his elbows on the stone wall of the bridge, Adam looked out across the grounds. In the far distance he could see the Quidditch Pitch, imagining himself up there, flying back and forth in front of the of the three large hoop goals. A small smile tugged at his lips as he envisioned himself catching the red quaffle before his imaginary opposing team could score.

Lost in thought, Adam had not heard the approaching footsteps. It wasn’t until he heard someone sneeze behind him when he noticed he was no longer a lone. His heart skipped a beat in surprise. Adam turned around quickly to see who was trying to unsuccessfully sneak around him.

“Now there’s no need to go sneakin’ aubout.” Adam teased in his thick Scottish accent.