"You could be useful without a job," She pointed out. Pru hadn't meant to be quite so blunt, but she couldn't help it. She lacked the ability that others seem to have naturally - the one that allowed you to run your response through a non-offensive filter before you spoke. She was at least able to keep herself from admitting that she was jealous with how open ended his future was. He could do anything in the world that he desired and be just fine. She was constricted to a box - become a wife and mother and/or have a "womanly" profession.

She glanced up and caught a golden glint at the edge of the pitch, "There's the snitch. I'd better get back out there." Hopefully her cramping would subside long enough for her to catch the thing and not knock her off of her broomstick.