So, unsurprisingly Reagan ended up sitting next to the quidditch training pitch and even though the weather was amazing and she had no idea how to get from one point to another in the castle without getting lost at least twice, she sat there, arms wrapper around her, face skywards, eyes absorbing the magnificent view.
Players where chasing each other in the sky, probably strenghtening their teamwork. One of them lost his balance for a second, but managed to stay on his broom.
She remembered her brother's first fall ( who is now a professional quidditch coach) when he broke both of his legs. Their parents thought he'd never be able to walk. But then he healed and went back to play. But Reagan was not allowed to fly. Ever.
Her thoughts drifted away, off to when she would become a part of slytherin's quidditch team and maybe be their chaser.
She shook her head. She was a bird with wings cut off, and her desired would never become reality.
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