"I think I need to start getting out of the house again, or I might go crazy." Her mother hovered sometimes and while Sloane knew she meant well, she needed room to breathe. Her eighteenth birthday was approaching and though considered an "adult" already, Sloane felt like she'd slid backwards in that respect.

Thank Merlin Lester seemed to still understand her, for the most part. Even if he didn't, he was doing a damn good job of making it appear like he did. "It will be good for me to be active again." Flying was out of the question and so therefore she couldn't pursue the quidditch career she had originally anticipated for herself after school. The fact that she'd lost out on her seventh year, her final year of school quidditch and everything else that went along with it was still a sore spot. Fortunately she didn't need NEWTs to continue on with a magizoology career. It was all hands-on, on-the-job training that was most relevant and she had done well on her Creatures OWL.

"It'll put some normal back in my routine." She hadn't said as much yet to her mother, who she wasn't sure was ready yet to let her leave the nest... again, but Sloane was going to spiral soon if she didn't find something to do with herself.