Dawn was annoyed; well, maybe not so much annoyed as restless. All she ever did was study or practice- which, isn’t a bad thing, mind you. She was smart, she did get sorted into Ravenclaw, after all, and very much enjoyed a good book and learning. She also lived for quidditch, her dad had taught her how to play and after his untimely death it made her feel close to him every time she took to the air. But she was so much more than just the Ravenclaw beater, and she was so bored of studying and being cooped up. She wanted to move, and dance, and just stop worrying. These were dark times, but Dawn was still young and she intended to enjoy it. 

Suddenly, a door popped out of a seemingly solid wall. what the…? Now, I know that wasn’t there before.’ Cautiously approaching the door, Dawn poked it her wand. The door seemed to fall open on it’s own accord, and music drifted out. Music? Now we’re talking!’ She pushed the door open the remainder of the way to be confronted with a picture perfect escape.

The ‘room’ was a beachfront, complete with sand, a bonfire and bottles of firewhisky alluringly spread in front of a blanket. She collapsed on the blanket, taking in the soft ocean waves and the uppity beat of the music. Opening a bottle of whisky, all she could think was that this was near perfection. Just needed a drinking buddy to complete the picture.