"Still, even if only for a year it will be nice. I know you've always wanted to do it. It will be something to look forwards to and I'm sure you'll make plenty of memories," Calla huffed, finally slowing her pace so that she didn't get a stitch in her side every time she attempted to speak. Four years of Quidditch had left her perfectly capable of talking while she ran as long as she didn't push herself. Which she had been doing prior wanting to pound the emotions out of her body. Had she been in a better mood she might have teased Bixby to get off his broom and join her rather than being lazy.

At his question, she said nothing for a moment, focusing on her breathing and running. This is why she hadn't wanted to run into anyone she knew. She'd never been a good actor in all the years she lived. Never been able to hide anything. "Nothing is wro-" ng. And she was just as horrible of a lier as she was an actress. There was no point in bothering. If he could see through her fake cheerfulness, he'd likely see straight through that.

"I'm just upset. I came out here to try and run it out. To much noise in my head to do anything else."