It’d been a bad day, but she couldn’t get into that now.
An upsetting letter, a disappointing grade, and a stern reminder that her detention sentence was not yet complete all bounced around in Jack Dyllan’s head as she headed towards the Quidditch pitch for her one-on-one training session with Luke Sutcliffe. The boy had been asking for weeks for more tips, and had caught her in a good mood last Friday when she’d suggested this.
That good mood was long gone.
Luke was one of the players she always knew would show up for training, so she’d finally just asked him if he wanted to train one-on-one. He was a good Keeper, and she could see him becoming excellent. His enthusiasm was always present but she wondered how he’d hold up under her watchful eye.
She was already on the pitch. She’d done her morning run and had told Luke to arrive already warmed up. She was in the air already, chasing down a rogue Bludger. She swung back her arm and hit the Bludger with a level of uncontrolled power that revealed just how out of sorts she was feeling. She was hoping that punishing the Bludger for a few minutes would help get her head back on straight.
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