She had told Alice that she was going to go back to the castle and when she'd said that, she'd meant it. But halfway there she'd found herself far to emotional to return to the dorm, not when she risked running into another friend or a dormmate. Goodness forbid she ran into Milo in the common room. He was to sweet. She wasn't sure she'd be able to maintain herself if she did but she'd already told Alice that she wouldn't tell anyone. So instead she ducked back and turned towards the pitch. She wasn't in the right clothes but at least she was in her school robes rather than a dress. But she needed to move. Something, anything, to help her work through the million thoughts running through her brain. She wouldn't fly. She didn't trust herself right now, not when her broom tended to be sensitive to her emotions. But she could run.

As far as she knew, there were no practices that night, which meant she'd have free reign of the pitch, and she run her laps in silence. She preferred coming out to the pitch to run. It was easier than around the castle where others might judge or bother her. And she especially preferred that last fact right now. So she bypassed the changing rooms, threw her bag on the ground next to the bleachers, stretched for a few seconds before settling into a ground-pounding rhythm where the green of grass under her feet numbed her mind.