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Ripped tights showed pale teenage knees. Awkward, young, skinny, still youthful enough to seem playful, old enough to raise questions of rebellion and independence. Fifteen. What a peculiar age. Hormones running rampant, bodies changing, emotions maturing. For a fifteen year old girl, life was weird enough without the dreams. Which is why she was out here. The tower held too many questions, sleep held too many pictures. She needed the quiet. She needed the open air, or a maze of corridors. She needed something to cleanse her mind. Or at least distract. There was a gargoyle-like statue in an alcove made of stone three corridors away. Sybill had seen an older student hide a leather pouch behind it earlier today. Sybill had a talent for seeing things. Sometimes she wanted to, sometimes her eyes were lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. Sometimes things came to her and demanded to be seen, no matter how tightly she shut her eyes to them. The inky black sky was cloudy tonight. But she didn't need to see the stars to know Venus was usually close tonight. The filtered moonlight caught her dirty blonde mop of curls as she stepped closer to her goal. The leather pouch. She thought she knew what it was. She wanted to make sure. Focusing on this helped quiet what her mind was trying to show her. It was stupid, maybe, to be wandering the halls at night. But here she was. Striding along as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

The official Quidditch season didn’t start till later in the year, but any team that was serious about winning the Cup started training as soon as they could. Doc always found it stupid that the Quidditch season was always during the crappiest weather. Rain, sleet, snow, hail, wind and the evenings got dark so early. He remembered a particular match against Ravenclaw that had gone on way into the night and Dumbledore had lifted the curfew for the younger students so they could carry on watching and that idiot chaser had repeatedly flown into the bobbing lights that the Professors had conjured... Doc’s thoughts wandered and he smiled to himself as he made his way down to the changing rooms. He put out a cigarette just outside the door, headed inside and was greeted by the entire team standing there waiting for him, with arms crossed and angry looks on their faces.  “Whoa, there!” Doc stumbled back and fell over a stand with several brooms in it. They, and him, came clattering to the floor. With a jovial grin, but worry in his eyes, he said from the floor, while propping himself up on his elbows “It’s good to see yous too.”