#17 A Good Tree

Orla stumbled her way through the uneven courtyard, the wind at her back pushing her along at hurrying speed. Her hair whipped around her face, and every now and then she caught snippets of the quidditch crowd cheering and chanting; maybe she could convince herself to go support her house after a good walk. That said, there were a few students scattered around who didn't seem to care much for Quidditch either; this made her feel a little less strange.

The trees and stones scattered around blocked her view of the other side and it wasn't until she was right upon it that she noticed an extremely good climbing tree. It stood next to a great weathered standing stone, and despite its withered and gnarled appearance it's roots were pushing the stone up from one corner, giving the stone a jaunty angle. The perfect angle to sit on...

Orla cuffed her robe sleeves, and made for the base of the tree with hands itching to climb. She was about to jump for the lowest branch when she realised she wasn't alone.

"Oh!" She yelled, her cry loud on on the wind. "You scared the bejeezus out of me!"

[OOC: Orla meets Thorne Perry!]