The weather was lovely today and nothing would keep her inside and earth-bound. To do so would be a crime. She'd been wanted to work on her high-speed tight turns - both for evading buldgers and for passing the quaffle. She'd only been up for a few minutes when another, decked in Slytherin robes - started a fall towards the earth. Unsure what else to do, she left her ball fall and dove after the boy even though she was really too far away to make a difference. She had to pull up at the last moment to avoid her own collision with the ground. Only to realize as she discarded her broom that the boy was perfectly fine and already standing.

"Are... are you okay, Mr. Abney?" she questioned of the boy who had inspired her interest in quidditch.