A rumble of thunder woke Ivy from her dreamless sleep. A smile crept onto her face as she looked out her porthole of a window in her cavernous bedroom. The waters of the black lake were stormy, just the way she liked it. She could almost imagine The Giant Squid smiling at her and telling her 'get up and go fly now'. Of course with as dark and stormy as they were, she'd be lucky if she could even see a leaf of seaweed, but that was of no matter to her. She smiled at her imaginary conversation with The Giant Squid she wasn't sure even existed. "I plan to do just that." She said, hopping out of bed. One of her dorm mates groaned in their sleep, mumbling for Ivy to be quiet. She rolled her eyes as she slipped out of her silk pajamas, climbing into a pair of black skinny jeans. Rifling through her trunk she found a simple blue t-shirt and a black zip-up sweatshirt and threw them on. She folded her pajamas neatly and laid them on the bed underneath her pillow. She pulled up the covers neatly and sat back on her bed, grabbing two socks from her trunk. The one she put on her left foot was black and bright blue, the one on her right was black and bright green. Quickly she slipped on her favorite pair of black converse, lacing them up tight. She stood up and closed the curtains on her porthole window, even though there was hardly any chance that light would get through it today. Taking one last glance at her area of the bedroom, she was satisfied at the cleanliness and slipped out of the room quietly.

The climb up the stairs from her room to the common room felt like it took forever. She raced through the common room and up the stairs towards The Great Hall. When she finally reached her destination only small bits of breakfast food scattered the table, for at this time on a Saturday, hardly any student was awake. Ivy grabbed a piece of toast, biting into it and chewing carefully so as not to hiccup from eating too fast. She sipped on a bit of pumpkin juice before finally grabbing an apple and running out the doors of the castle.

Outside the rain poured down in buckets, and Ivy was quickly soaked to the bone. She didn't mind, and took off at a sprint. Her race to the Quidditch pitch was quick. The distance was long, but she was too excited, ready to fly. The run was good for her tiny body, warming her up for her own set of training. Running always made her feel good, especially in the rain. Her hair dripping and flying every which-way. She made a mental note to pull it out of her face when she reached the pitch.

At the pitch she grabbed her broom from the closet and released her favorite snitch. It was the first one she'd ever caught. Snitches have flesh memories, so this one knew it belonged to her. She smiled fondly, rolling it in the palm of her hand before she released it. "Take your time, friend, I won't chase you for a while." Closing the closet door, she turned with her broom in hand. The field was muddy, her black converse turned brown from the mud. Remembering her mental note, she leaned her broom against the closet door, and pulled her long hair into a quick braid. Finished, she grabbed her broom and ran out into the field. A crack of thunder caused a large grin to creep onto her face as she mounted her broom and kicked off the ground, flying high up into the sky towards the dark and stormy clouds.