~ Searching

[Faerlain]

Clue number four, Excitement whenever there is a 'match'.

Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes
This is your life and today is all you've got now
Yeah, and today is all you'll ever have....

A yawn erupted from the prefect's mouth as she wandered around the Quidditch Pitch in the wee hours of the morning. Now then, why hadn't she started looking for the item last night? Probably sheer laziness and exhaustion was the reason for her going to bed shortly after signing up. For all she knew, the item that she thought might be here might have already been found.

Oh well. Yawning again, she plopped down on a bench for a little bit and rested her eyes, a silly smile crossing her face as she drifted off for a moment. Suddenly, she felt something tickling her nose. A small snitch hovered right above her face, zipping around like a hyperactive child. With a quick movement, she secures the snitch in her hand and then promptly deposits it into her pocket.

But that wasn't what she was coming for, was it? Shaking her head to clear them of anything even resembling sleepy thoughts, she stood up and began searching for the scavenger hunt item. From what she had been told, it was supposed to be something with a small, purple wax stamp on it. But that could mean anything! The pitch was absolutely huge!

Sighing, she continued to look underneath benches and generally scan the playing field. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Null. Then again, the fact that she isn't finding anything might be due to the miniscule amount of light because it's only 6:30 in the morning, but who knows?

All of the searching begins to exhaust her again and she just lays down on the grass this time, curling up into a small ball and smiling a little. She knew that she had the right place, but what was the item?

[Faerlain]

So whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet

Yawning and slowly opening her eyes, a flood of light falls upon her face as she sits up and looks around. Aw, darn!....She thinks to herself as she quickly jumps to her feet. It didn't take long for her to figure out that some time had passed and that she had obviously fallen asleep. Judging from where the sun was in the sky, it had been two hours since she had first come to the pitch on her scavenger hunting mission.

In a desprate attempt not to freak out, she closed her eyes and gently massaged her temples, hoping that she would maybe be able to find the item now that there was sunlight to help. So she once again scoured the whole playing field, looking for anything with a purple stamp.

But even after another twenty minutes of futile searching, she still came up empty handed. Sighing, she figured that it was time to head back to the Great Hall and simply accept defeat. She had hoped that a Hufflepuff would be able to win the hunt, but at least maybe Wyl would find one of the items.

Yet as she was walking off the field, something small and shiny caught her eye. Upon closer inspection, it was found to be a small ring with a black stone set into it. She figured that maybe someone had lost it, at least until she noticed the purple seal located on the band.



"Yes!" She shrieked, jumping up and down and clutching the ring in the palm of her hand. "I've found it! I'm still in the game!" Hoping that it wasn't too late to turn in the items, the brown haired prefect raced back to the great hall as fast as her legs would carry her.