Something crazy wasn't really a challenge for the red head Ravenclaw. She'd done enough crazy in school, and off school merely for the sake of experiment or adventure. Except for the only and most obvious 'adventure' in the wizardy world of Flying. Seriously who, in their right mind, liked to defy gravity and sit on a stick that hurt their butt three seconds later? Louisa survived flying lessons in her early years of school just so she knew how to handle a broom in emergencies. This was probably the only thing she was very embarrassed about with her head of house.

With Max's broom in tow (which btw was fancier and heavier than the one she used in her early years) the Ravenclaw strolled down the grounds to the Quidditch pitch. Too nervous to talk or make any humane sound other than breathing.

This was a very bad idea. Very very uncharacteristic of Louisa, too. It was reckless, unpredictable and pretty much... what Newlin asked them for. People who worked with creatures for long hours always seemed to be off in a way or another.