A nice night for a fly.

Subject: A nice night for a fly. Sun 24 Aug 2008, 2:26 pm

Eric looked down at the broom in his hand. It had been a long time since he'd flown. His parents wouldn't allow it while he was home. They didn't care if they lived in a secluded area away from Muggles: one could stilll venture a little too far and discover him. Sighing, he mounted the broom and took off, circling the pitch three times until he caught sight of the lone figure headed his way.