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Yeaaahhhh....as much as she didn't wanna have to fly laps around the pitch, she was all the more confident that this brisk, cold air would make a physical jog near impossible with the lungs she had. The Ravenclaw could almost feel the asthma attack coming on just thinking about it and didn't fancy having to deal with something like that. Did she even have her inhaler? Typically, the 16 year old made an effort to have it with her at all times, but she'd been in a hurry this morning so there was no real way of knowing.
Not willing to take the risk, Jessa bent over and picked up her broom then mounted it. Rather than zoom off like some had, the young girl took to the laps at a slower pace. She wouldn't be winning any races or trophies any time soon but she would be able to breath and that was kinda more important than suddenly having a ton of cold air gushing down her nostrils and throat.
If she was timing herself, she may have been amused at just how slowly she was going but she didn't and could only speculate.
Others were already getting back to the ground and Jessa was still on her first lap--well, actually, second as of this turn right here.
There. Now she was on the second lap.
Much like the first, it went by slowly and uneventfully. She wasn't trying to get there within a specific time frame but was sure to not go atrociously slow because then the Professor may take issue and she might've needed to adjust accordingly or sit it out entirely.
Aaaaand there was the second lap. By the time Jessa got to the zig zags, you could hardly tell they were sharp because of, again, the slow speed at which she decided to attempt them. Nobody mind her, carry on with your business. She would get done eventually.
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