The grass was cool on her feet, belying the warmth of the sun's rays. With fall closing in, Rhian was glad to spend as much time as she could outdoors, while she still could. Not that she hated winter, really. It just wasn't her forte. In the summer, she could wear shorts and t-shirts, and be comfortable in her own skin.

Carrying her tennis shoes in one hand, she entered the Quidditch Pitch. She'd seen the towers over the last few weeks of staying in the dorms, but with shifts at the pub, and visiting Tess, she hadn't gotten around to coming down here.

A shame, because now that she was here, she realized how much she missed the sport. Having been on her team at school, and even becoming captain in her final year, a lot of her Hogwarts memories stemmed around the sport. It was one thing that she never had to be self conscious about. When she was up on that broom, she wasn't some orphan girl, or some weird person who didn't open up to people. She was just another flyer, and a damn good one at that.

She eventually made her way to the center of the pitch and sat down in the grass. Leaning back on her arms, with her legs crossed, she wondered what the next few days would hold. They'd be starting classes soon, and she really didn't know what to expect. There would be at least one class that she and Tess would have together, but that was it. While the girls had been in separate houses before, at least they'd still have the same lessons. Now...she just wasn't sure what to make of it.

The quiet around the deserted pitch was disrupted by a fierce roar. It wasn't too close, as to scare her, but it was near enough that she glanced over in that direction, curious to know if she could find the source. Her heart started beating just a bit faster, and she couldn't help the grin that spread onto her face. Dragons. If nothing good came from her time here, at least there were dragons!

Enjoying the soft breeze that was blowing across the field, Rhian closed her eyes, a light hum escaping her. She'd never made a point of showing off her singing, since it seemed rather trivial to her. But she did enjoy being able to replicate songs she liked. With a natural ear, it came easily to the girl. Most of the time, though, she kept that fact to herself.

Lost in her own world, she didn't even hear someone approaching. Before she could turn in the direction of the soft footsteps, a voice spoke softly, questioning. She was surprised to see an impeccably dressed man, walking leisurely across the pitch. He didn't look like he belonged at all, causing the corner of her lip to twitch. Probably not a good thing, since he more than likely worked at the academy. Probably Healer, or Potions.

"Sure. It can still be peaceful and quiet with two." Her words were light, but honest. She generally didn't mind the company of others, even if she rarely opened up completely. Many thought that social butterflies had no secrets, but she didn't believe it. Rhian could talk easily with most, as long as they didn't pry too much.

Another roar in the distance, it was coming from the direction that the man had come from. Her eyebrow rose in curiosity. Piecing things together, she realized there wasn't much else in that direction of campus. Looking back at the man, her curiosity grew.

"Sounds like someone's not too happy."