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Right, she remembered this next part being there for tryouts too. Just flying some laps. Last term she hadn't been too sure about it, staying closer to the ground and trying not to hit into anyone--which was pretty easy considering she'd opted not to go fast but y'know. For a moment, Jessa considered doing the same again. It wasn't an actual race and the point was to get some flying in. If she only finished two or so laps while everyone else finished ten...it might not have been the worst thing...yeah?
But no.
After the previous term where practices found her doing a lot more flying than she'd ever thought she'd be doing, there was a certain speed below which she didn't think she'd be comfortable flying.
Once you got used to it, snail flying across the pitch was just painful so the Ravenclaw took it at not quite game speed but a fast enough speed to send the crisp Scottish air hammering across her face. What a day to leave her inhaler. If the brisk air became too much of a problem when thrown at her so quickly, she would stop and do the appropriate charms.
One lap. Two laps. Three laps. The height limit didn't bother her, in fact, Jessa kept somewhere near the middle of that restriction, so in the zone that she hadn't bothered to stop to talk to anyone. That was kinda part of the focus....and also because she didn't necessarily view quidditch as a social event per say. This was one of the last places she would think to build and make friendships.
Four laps. Would she go for a fifth? Was this enough?
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