Once the beater's bat was in her hand, she once again began to question why in Merlin's name she was here to begin with. Surely her mother didn't want her to take a bludger to the head for the sake of making friends? Besides, with her small stature, what use could she really be? Gaze flickering around to the other prospective players holding their bats, she supposed she could be of more use than some of the students here...maybe.
Sucking in a deep breath, she mounted her broom once more and took to the skies. It was hard, but wasn't the worst experience of her life. (No, she could safely say that was seeing her father's face plastered on the front page of the Prophet. Perhaps he'd saved her from a life of eternal pessimism by getting himself turned into a werewolf...in some convoluted way. At least things couldn't get worse for her, right?)
Sucking in a deep breath, she mounted her broom once more and took to the skies. It was hard, but wasn't the worst experience of her life. (No, she could safely say that was seeing her father's face plastered on the front page of the Prophet. Perhaps he'd saved her from a life of eternal pessimism by getting himself turned into a werewolf...in some convoluted way. At least things couldn't get worse for her, right?)
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