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Originally Posted by
mmesnape 
Patricia replied quickly back, "Oh no! Don't get me wrong, I love Quidditch. Its just...that I, erm..." she hesitated a few moments, wondering if she could admit her lack of broom time lately. "Two years ago, I had a little mishap while riding a broom. Broke my leg and arm actually. My mum went frantic and vowed that I would never ride a broom again. So, brooms were put under lock and key, and probably a few enchantments, so I had no access to brooms since then." Her shoulders were hunched as she pitifully looked at her meal growing cold.
"If they put me on a broom, It'll be a pathetic sight. I feel so rusty." she eventually added with a slight hitch of her shoulder. What kind of Quidditch player could she be if she couldn't ride properly? She'd probably end up in the Gobstones club or some other boring student thing.
Mariel snapped her eyes up from her plate to Patty's face as she spoke almost urgently. She nodded as she listened to her explanation. Mariel knew a thing or two about overprotective parents. Certainly not about brooms as her whole family were Quidditch fanatics, but about other things...
"You haven't been on a broom in two years?" Mariel asked incredulously.
"That's just awful. Well, the injury sounds bad too...," Mariel added as an afterthought.
She waved a dismissive hand.
"They have flying lessons here. I always kinda thought they were for Muggleborns that have never seen a racing broom before," Mariel said, leaning forward,
"but if you think you need that class, you should take it." Mariel grinned deviously.
"You could get back up on a broom and your mum would never have to know," she said as she speared a piece of chicken with her fork.