 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
That seemed a healthier way to go about his workouts, and with hopping back and forth between 2 different goals - at least it kept things interesting too. Well, she was certainly interested anyways, the nosy person that she was. "What's the farthest you think you've done in one of your trainings?" Which now that they were talking about it, she realized the disadvantage to the field was she didn't actually have any idea currently what her limit was - she didn't really keep track.
Maybe she should start keeping a log.
She could easily sympathize with his thoughts on that. Not only did they feel like the inbetween, but truthfully the world probably looked at them like they were too. They were old enough to be considered legal adults and yet.. not old enough to not still be in school with all the younger years. It was a weird transitional year. "There's so much in the world they definitely couldn't cram it all into seven years but... we have a good basis." And they WERE smart and able to think on their feet. So she also was feeling pretty confident they'd be okay.
"That's a good idea. It's better to be prepared than behind, right?" Not that she thought he'd been anywhere close to the last of the pack. "Both offers would be nice, but I'd choose to stay here if I did. I know my mom wouldn't move with me and I'd hate to leave her." She also didn't relish being closer to her biological father but transferring to the UK to participate in Quidditch league would mean exactly that. At least he was busy with his winged horse jockies and had zero interest in the sports she'd taken liking to. "Are you going to live with your parents for a bit while you start training or are you headed straight out into a place on your own?"
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