Mo loosed an arrow while Stella got comfortable on her cushions. The shot was much better and Mo put the end of her bow on her toe, turning toward Stella with a grin. Her twin's confidence they would wind up in the same house was heartening. Being separated would be some sort of miserable, even if she knew that was being dramatic. They would meet all sorts of new people and they would have a lot of their existing friends, but it wasn't quite the same.

"I doubt Papa will have much to say on our academics, as long as we don't fail absolutely everything." Mo thought the classes she wound up liking would hold her through the ones she didn't. Once they got to add electives that would be fun too. "I don't know how often first years make the team, but it can't hurt." Mo loved to fly, quidditch was in their blood after all and she had been flying for most of her life. "I wonder if I can get Papa to get me a new broom before we go." She pondered with a wicked glint in her eye.