Zinnia listened intently as he described the brief experience of being a cat, smiling faintly as he referred to it being a bit embarrassing. She couldn't even begin to imagine what a thing could be like. It had her wondering how animagus retained their semblance of thought so as to be able to return back to their human form. She imagined that would be a different sort of thing altogether though. She almost wished she had the discipline and determination to become one herself but she knew it would likely becoming a flighty fancy that would be put aside not long after picking it up. Painting had been the only thing to ever capture her focus in the way that it did.

Her smile faltered at the mention of losing his broomstick. She knew what it meant to him, knew that Quidditch was his main focus in life that had his attention captured. Without a broom, well.. it was like if she had been without a paintbrush. An awful thought, really, and she sincerely felt bad for him.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said softly as she watched him, "Hopefully a new one can be come by easily enough?" She wasn't quite sure how it worked with his team or if he'd be forced to purchase one out of his own pocket. She imagine it was far more expensive than her own supplies for her passion. She could probably offer to help him but she had a feeling he'd tell her no flat out.

"Not much," she responded with a shrug and a bit of a sheepish smile at the mention of the troll again, "Hung around the shop in case someone decided to purchase something. Continued working with my left had on some paintings but nothing really exciting other than that."

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