Frankly, the worry of staying on the quidditch team all seven years had not yet crossed her mind. All she had been focused on was staying on the team this year. Even now, over half of the way into the year, Calla still wasn't sure of what reason she was chosen other than possibly lack of options and the need to fill a spot with a body - though why they hadn't picked an older body she was befuddled by. She was pretty sure that obsession was the only reason she was still on the team - it had prompted her to spend all her free time practicing. And the same obsession and insecurity prompted her to puff [quite imagine a cat when frightened where its hair raises on the back of its neck to make itself appear bigger].

"I can do! I'm not fragile. I am perfectly able of handling myself in more than just tossing a ball back and forth. There is no need to think I can't handle something harder! I know I'm not perfect but how am I too get better if I sit back and stay in the basics?! I thank you for your willingness to practice with me Mr. Whitledge but if my age means you are to treat me like a doll I will find someone else to practice with."