And there he was, Mr. Prefect Kowalski. Felicity bit her lip coyly as Flynn smiled up at her and offered a wave back, before mouthing 'good luck' in his direction. She had no clue if he'd seen it, but she hoped that he knew she was rooting for him. Just as she was about to look away, she caught Captain Skylar's eye and gave her a thumbs up, before turning back to Julie.

Who looked relieved? happy? or at the very least content that Felicity had interrupted her studying. And the sixth year would take content, because she really didn't want to be annoying to anyone, especially not to someone in fifth year. "I'm not surprised," she admitted, more than a little proud that Julie had felt comfortable enough to confide in her. "I was an absolute mess with revision the whole of last term. Really stressed myself out." After all, hadn't that been obvious to everyone in their house? She'd practically avoided the Common Room for fear of snapping at someone for no particular reason.

She wasn't actively a mean person. "I don't blame you," Felicity said, with a light laugh and a shake of her head, only her hat stopping her hair from falling over her eyes. "I don't know how Sky does it." She spoke almost wistfully as she looked across the pitch once more, and although her voice didn't betray any jealousy, her eyes definitely did. Of course, she didn't begrudge her friend in the slightest, and was ridiculously happy for her, but she did wish she could keep up a little better.

"Nope." Wide eyes and a head shake came with that remark. "I have zero coordination." Which was only true in the air: the American would happily perform a series of tumbles on the ground, but catch, or hit, something whilst trying to keep her balance on a broom? No, thank you.