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Dean had been lying in his bed thinking, which he had started to do a lot of. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop thinking about how angry he was at Sam, so finally he decided to give up and take some sort of break from it. He was going to go flying that always cleared his head. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt and sweater; he picked up his wand and his broom, shoved his beanie hat on his head and adjusted his glasses. He headed on out of the dorms and the common room and made quick work of navigating the halls as silently as possible. He did not want to get caught out as it would only make the situation worse. So he stopped moving when he thought he hear someone, but managed to get to the quidditch pitch in good time, unfortunately he was not the only one there.

He was very confused on who would be out at this time, but then if they had any sort of experience like he had over the last few weeks than he couldn’t blame them. Still it was a little strange to see them. He looked at them as he cast impervius on himself and walked in their direction, as he neared he realized it was Stewart Ackerley. “Why the hell are you out here?” He asked as he looked him over, Stewart was one of the boys he had looked over a couple of times and he wasn’t about to stop himself right now.