a lone red head sat out in the middle of the quidditch pitch. she had been out there for a few hours, just thinking about everything that had gone on in the last few days. she glanced up at the clouds with a frown. flashbacks of the first couple of weeks of school flitted through her mind. why couldn't it be that simple again? that care free. they had all toasted on a fun year and now...friendships were dead and sides were chosen. with a sigh, she looked over the quidditch pitch. paige enjoyed being out here alone. being this far from the school. it was quiet. peaceful. running her hand over her ponytail, paige knew she wouldn't be happy here at hogwarts anymore. for the first time since her first year, paige wanted to go home. at least at home they wouldn't pretend to enjoy her company. they hated her outright. it was far more comfortable to deal with hatred head on. she wasn't even sure who truly liked her here. everyone had their own agendas and schemes. she wanted everything to be back to normal. she wanted to go back to her friendship with el. to her love-hate relationship with sylvester. to her only worry being classes. glancing over her shoulder, paige felt like she was being watched. it wasn't a surprise, nowadays she was always on edge. always in the spotlight. fuck everyone, she thought angrily, i don't need any of them. what a lie. she did too need them. especially chad, sarina, wyatt and yelena. she needed them dearly. paige felt her bottom lip tremble and put her head in her hands. it didn't take long for the tears to start falling. of course it didn't, she cried a lot nowadays. 

Ryan didn't go out flying often. He usually did it at home, with his family, in the privacy of the mountain. Besides, with all of his school work, he either spent his time buried in a book, or blowing bubbles. Of course, his MO to de-stress was blowing bubbles, but today, he felt different. After writing an essay and starting the next chapter of transfiguration, he found himself stealing Ed's broom (...he was going to hear about that later) and heading down to the Quidditch Pitch. Another thing he didn't do normally, unless it was for a match. The school year had started find for him. A nice little reunion with the others. He hadn't stayed long. He had missed them, sure, but partying wasn't exactly his thing, and that was what events with the group usually turned in to. Broom held high enough so it wouldn't brush the ground needlessly, Ryan made the long trek towards the field. Large, open, flying... freedom. Once he got there, he paused. In the middle was a little hunched figure. A frown flickered over his face, wondering who it was, what was wrong? He approached the huddled figure, and as soon as he saw the head of red hair, he knew. "Paige?" he asked quietly, hearing sniffs. He put his broom down and sat on the grass behind her at a respectable distance. All thoughts of flying had been casted out of his mind for the moment.... "What's wrong?"

OOC: Hope you don't mind Ryan crashing xD
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when she heard her name, her head snapped up. the young witch was afraid of who it might of been, but alas, it was just Ryan. a small smile broke out across her face. "hey love.." she said quietly. "i'm fine, nothing to really worry about." what a lie that was. once again, Paige Lucas managed to find herself in the center of gossip and attention. While normally the red head lived for it, this time around she just wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there. "for the first time...i don't want to be at hogwarts. sad isn't it? i wish it was my seventh year. i wish i was leaving. i would never ever come back." Paige glanced down at the grass before ripping some up. with a sigh, she looked back at Ryan. "ever feel like that?" she asked him. Paige was honestly curious. did others hate it here too sometimes? wiping her eyes, she gave Ryan a weak smile. "nevermind, i'm being silly." Paige felt comforted by talking to Ryan. of all the people she knew, he was the sweetest. and the most innocent. but perhaps, that's why she enjoyed his company. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Ryan said softly. He titled his head slightly. "I don't really consider crying fine... unless it's tears of happiness," he said with a very mild tease. Best time to make a joke? Probably not, but this was the only way he knew how to interact with these people. Sure, she looked... semi happy, if not relieved that it was just him, but before, he doubted they were happy tears. She had seemed too curled up and disheveled for that. Ryan had heard some buzzing in the hallways, but never really took them to heart. Kids could be cruel. Reputations on the line, gossip everywhere, who was sleeping with who... basically everything Ryan didn't really care about. Leaving and never coming back. She felt trapped? Or homesick? Or tired of people? "Sometimes, but that's more me being homesick. And then when I was in fifth year too." He gave a slight frown. Nooo, no one should ever feel as if their feelings were wrong... that's when you got angry and sad and crazy people. Volatile because of suppression. "No, you're not. Not at all. Wanting to leave every now and then's fine."

OOC: Sorry about that delay >.< my charas are being a pain
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