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Greta laughed, still feeling slightly awkward, but happy for the distraction anyway.  âYeah, I know what you mean. I always found things to be interesting enough, but it still was hard not to start daydreaming about other things during lessons.â Honestly, living inside of her head was sometimes a lot better than living firmly planted in reality, and sheâd pretty much lived in a fantasy world throughout all of school.
âThatâs a good point, I wouldnât have even thought of that. Not that I fly, or anything. Being that high up makes me nervous. I really donât know how Quidditch players do it. I suppose it comes with practice? Or maybe some people are just born to be in the sky, and donât feel nervous about it at all when they fly.â She rambled, eventually biting down on her tongue lightly to get herself to stop talking. Greta smiled apologetically in Lucindaâs direction for babbling. It was nice to be remembered, but sheâd also been getting more attention in the past few months than she ever had before, and almost missed the days where she simply blended in.
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âDaydreaming or looking out the window or passing notes...â It was easier, as an adult, to realize what sheâd put her parents and teachers through - even if she still found it amusing. âI think I near drove Flitwick mad. I hope I never distracted you from your work,â Lucinda joked.
âIâve never understood that feeling, honestly.â Luce matched Gretaâs smile, pushing past any awkwardness. She understood nerves - the sick feeling in your stomach before a match or a fight - but she had always been able to push past for the sweet rush of adrenaline that followed. âI suppose maybe it is something your born with. When I came to Hogwarts, everything was new and strange but it didnât really feel like magic till I got on my first broom. I never wanted to come down.â She met Gretaâs eyes, her smile wry. âYâknow, I used to teach kids to fly during the summer, I bet I could show you how to stop being nervous.â















