Originally Posted by Presley Black

Pres nodded at his explanation of why he wasn't planning on Pro Quidditch. It really did make perfect sense to her. Life full of restrictions, being required to go somewhere you didn't want to be at that moment, and put on a show for other people? It was what she'd always lived with, but she wouldn't wish it on anybody else, even if it was a choice in thier case. "Got'cha," she smiled.

She laughed. "I agree. Those brooms aren't very comfy at all. You could get a leisure broom, with wider and comfier seats, but it isn't exactly built for high speed maneuvering. Can you imagine doing to wronski feint on a family sized broom? I guess you have to put up with a little discomfort for the sake of the sport." She clapped her hand over her mouth. There she had gone, showing her nerdiness all over the place. She hadn't meant to do that.

The fifth year wanted to exclaim about how much she'd loved Dublin the three times she'd been there, but that would be giving out information about her messed up family. And at this point, Presley didn't trust that information to anyone except for Elliot Morganzo, and Professor Bentley. Most of the time, when people knew, they treated her differently. She was kind of enjoying this conversation entirely about someone else. "That's so cool!" she said instead. Then the first almost untrue thing she'd said since starting this conversation, "I wish I could go to Dublin!" Almost untrue because she really did wish she could visit Dublin again, but the way she said it made it seem as if she'd never been, and that was a lie.