The Quidditch pitch

You unstopper the vial and take a sip of the golden potion. Immediately, you’re seized by the need to be outside. You let your feet carry you out of Hogwarts castle and into the ground. The day is fresh and not too warm, with small white clouds flitting across the sky. A playful breeze blows around you. In other words, it’s a perfect day for flying.

You walk down slowly to the Quidditch pitch. There’s nothing that’s driving you forward but the desire for the open sky. Your eyes follow butterflies’ paths over the grass, pausing as they alight on some flower. You're not sure whether it’s the Felix Felicis potion, or just a coincidence in the weather, but you think that it’s a perfect day.

The Quidditch pitch looks deserted from outside, but you know, from an unexplainable feeling deep inside you, that it’s the right place to be. There’s a moment of darkness as you pass under the stands and then you’re standing in the vast arena.

Like always, the scale of the Quidditch pitch takes your breath away. From above, the space feels like a toy, but from below it looms above you. There’s still no one around, but you feel that there are people, if only you go to the right place.

You look around the Quidditch pitch once more. You’re standing near to the changing rooms for the Quidditch teams as well as to a stairway that leads to the top of the stands overlooking the goals. You also notice a broomstick leaning against a wall.