She wasn't entirely sure that she should have taken this lesson. She didn't know much about Quidditch, especially team names or score records. Anything she did know was from sitting with her father as he watched the games. She thought they were exciting and fun, sure, but she wasn't positive she'd want to actually play Quidditch ever. The real reason she was here was because of the brooms. She had gotten a taste for flying in her first flying lesson, and it was enough to make her sit through the sports jargon if it meant she could be in the air again. She kept quiet as the other students, who clearly had more love for the sport than she, answered the professor's questions. The lesson also posed as an opportunity to get to know her Head of House a little bit better. So far he seemed like a nice, easy going person. Eliza smiled to herself, glad she'd found another teacher who made her feel comfortable in class. I hope we get to fly soon, she thought. But if we actually start learning Quidditch, should I quit? The thought made her nervous. Sports weren't really her thing. I don't want to get hurt...but if I never put myself out of my comfort zone, I'll never learn anything new. She sighed and knew her parents would want her to at least try, so she sat and tried not to fidget in anticipation. |