I go to bed with everyone else, join in the late night gossip.
Then I wait.
2am
Up and ready in 15 mins
The hardest part is sneaking out without waking anyone up.
I was once told I sounded like a small elephant when walking.
Luckily everyone sleeps heavily enough to not be woken up by my stumbling around in the dark.
Or it could be because of the silencing charm I cast on their beds, either way it works.
Every night at 2am I sneak out to the quidditch pitch to fly.
I've been doing so since school started 2 weeks ago.
It's the only time I can have it all to myself.
Getting out of the school is a challenge in its self.
I don't have an invisibility cloak like Harry.
So I stick to the shadows and the secret passageways Fred and George showed me,
it seems to work the best, at least when I'm not tripping over my own feet and knocking over statues.
I haven't been caught yet which seems to me to be a miracle.
but as soon as I step outside I knew it was worth the risk
It was another warm unseptemberly like night.
Every star in the sky could be seen for miles around and the moon was nice and full Giving plenty light to fly by.
I head towards the pitch stopping first at the broomshed
I took to keeping my broom in the broomshed.
I didn't really want to, having saved up for the last 3 summers to buy myself a Nimbus 2000,
but It made it extremely more difficult to sneak around the castle with a broom in tow,
just look at the statue on the third floor he lost a arm due to my broom sneaking.
After digging my broom out from its hiding place in the back of the shed, I marched out to the middle of the pitch
and stared at the vast wonder that was the sky.
That's when a shadow pasted over me,
and I realized that tonight I wasn't the only one that thought I was a good night to take a flight.