It was going to sound dramatic, Mo knew Connor didn't really care about quidditch, but he had begrudgingly accepted her friendship (like he had a choice) so she thought that he might not completely balk at her situation.

"There's no positions on the house team for me to try out for." She sighed heavily, expression falling and she tried to ignore the sting of tears in the back of her eyes. It was a stupid thing to cry over, but it was so frustrating! Most of the more senior players were only fifth years! At this rate it would be fourth or fifth year before she even got another chance to try out. There was only a beater position this year and her parents had said no! She would have figured it out, or at least tried out for it! "And I'm just a little bitter about it." She didn't want to unload everything on him, so she left it at that.