Clearing Your Head(Open)

It seemed like every single place in Hogwarts you went to, there were people there. Lots of people. Loud, irritating people who often didn't get the hint that you wanted to be alone. She'd tried everywhere: her dormitory, the courtyard, by the lake, Astronomy Tower, the kitchens, even the Owlery, and there were still people there.
Considering all the Quidditch fanatics at this school, Isabel was surprised that the pitch was the only place she could get some peace.
Isabel was sitting in the center of one of the three massive goal posts, on the end of the pitch closest to the castle. Having no broomstick, and wanting to get up, she had spelled herself up there. Funny, really, she had never known one could "Wingardium Leviosa" themselves. Despite her other many fears, Isabel loved heights. It was only broomsticks that she hated.

Iris walked to the Quidditch pitch, broomstick in hand. She was bored and stressed and flying always helped her to relax. She walked to the centre of the pitch and got on her broom. She rose above and suddenly spotted someone sitting on one of the goalposts.

"What are you doing up there?!" She shouted, flying over to the person.

Isabel looked up to see a girl flying towards her on a broomstick.
"Just hanging out, I guess," she called back.

Alyssa was sick of all the people bothering her about her father, so she desided to escape to the quidditich pitch, on a broom was the one place where she didnt have to worry, on the ground was the dangerous part, up in the air she wasn't even a klutz. When she reached the pitch she dropped her bag, and whent into the broom closet, after serious contemplation, she choose the broom that she thought would hold up the best, how she missed her own broom. The stupid rule about first years and brooms was pointless.
Having picked a broom, and entered the pitch, she promtly started to run full speed toward the goals at the far end, oblivious to the other two occupants of the field, when she had reached full speed she leaped as far as she could, then landed on her already flying broom, after weaving in and out of the goal posts a few times to get the hang of the diffrent broom, she started doing tricks, first she stood up, and surfed on her broom, completely relaxed as if this was normal. Then when the broom had stoped moving, and was just hovering, she took one step off, spun a 180 in mid-air, caught the handle of the broom with both hands, then swing herself around it, like it was a gymnastics bar. After a few swings she did a hand stand, then righted herself on the broom, but what she didnt expect was a call from the other side of what she thought was an empy pitch.

Casey decided to surprise Alyssa some more (oh how she loved getting the drop on her super sensed sister!) and when she saw her heading for the Quidditch pitch she knew this was the perfect opportunity.
Grabbing her special package, Casey ran behind Alyssa, keeping up easily with the sprinting girl. She hid behind a tree to watch as Alyssa eyed the school brooms with a critical eye. The disgust and contempt radiating off her was intense, but it didn't mask her irritation or sadness. Casey hoped her present would cheer her sis up.
As Alyssa set off on some dangerous and impressive tricks, Casey unwrapped her parcel, revealing her and Alyssa's personal brooms from home, keeping her eye on the two people by the far goalpost. They could complicate things, but hopefully not much. She hopped on her Nimbus 3000 and took off with Alyssa's Firebolt 360 in her hand.
"Alyssa!" She called, and laughed at the expression on her sister's face as she recognized the familiar brooms.

Alyssa turned when she heard her sister's voice, then recognising her special broom from home, she broke into a smile that could blind the sun, and sped toward Casey as fast as possible. Then Jumping off the broom still a few feet from the ground, she sprinted over, and gave Casey a hudge hug. She then promptly grabbed the broom, and and took off, calling over her shoulder, "Catch me if you can!" Then started doing more insane tricks at even insaner speeds.

Oh, a challenge. Casey loved a challenge, especially on brooms. She couldn't do some of the more complicated of the insane stunts her sister was pulling, but she was fast and could match her sister almost exactly turn for turn. She eventually pulled alongside Alyssa and they both slowed.
"I thought first years weren't allowed to have brooms from home?" Alyssa asked.
"I got special permission," Casey responded.
"From who?!" her sister asked.
She grinned lazily. "From myself."
Alyssa would have pursued the matter, but they were interruptted by a call from the other side of the pitch.