Saturday mornings were meant for sleeping in and yet here she was wide awake and already outside. Lately she hadn't been able to sleep passed the sun barely rising if she was even that lucky. It was weird. A twelve year old needed their sleep. Rylee didn't care though. More time for bigger and better things. Like flying. If anyone asked her what she was doing she would be honest and say that she couldn't sleep so she was getting some practice in for Quidditch.

With her broom in her hand Rylee made her way out onto the pitch. Swinging her leg over her broom she positioned her hands comfortably, kicked off on the ground and slowly rose up into the air a few feet. Not to high since she was alone but enough to feel the wind through her hair and and the sting on her cheeks.

Up ahead she spotted someone else but she wasn't exactly sure who it was. Leaning forward slightly to pick up speed, Rylee flew towards the other person a smile warming her face when she saw the professor. "Good morning, Professor Stewart! It's a beautiful day for flying, isn't it?" she asked happily flying alongside the women leaving space between them so they wouldn't collide in case she surprised her with her arrival.