In this location the game of Quidditch is played. The pitch in the shape of an oval, five hundred feet long and a hundred and eighty feet wide. Due to the nature of the sport, spectators watch the game in high towers.
As soon as she could Aria would be out training for the quidditch season. They'd been some rumor about new types of bludgers so she wanted to get out early and practice against them so she could know what to expect. She'd be out in the air with one of them doing her best to try to get the hang of it but so far it hadn't seemed any different. She wondered if the rumors were wrong.
He nodded slowly. "It's not so much the tests that I'm feeling the pressure of so much as it is the looming feeling of graduation being two years away, and being uncertain that my resume is up to snuff."
"Close in age... not necessarily more than that. He's very into Quidditch and being sporty. And I support him at games and such... but that's never been my thing. So we don't exactly have a lot in common. And I doubt we see each other as often as it seems you see your extended family."
"I'm not sure there are any extended families that see each other as much as yours," he said with a little smile. "It's something unique to you guys." He added, trying not to make it sound like a bad thing.
"When that's what you grew up with, that makes sense. There's probably people out there who also think that family just means broken. Or that family means... only one parent. Or lots of different things."
The bludger would zoom up from behind towards Aria. She'd spot it coming at the last moment and try to move out of the way but it would impact solidly against her chin and face before bouncing off and connect with her ankle with a crunch before rocketing away.
She'd pause. "I think...I might be ok." She'd look at him and he could tell the bottom of her face was swollen. She'd pull her feet up but stop when she put weight on her ankle. She'd move her hands down to it and gingerly start feeling it, wincing a little as she did so. "...maybe not."
"You probably have a concussion, you aren't okay, Aria," he said. He noticed the swelling, but wasn't about to tell a girl that her face was red and puffy, especially around the mouth. "Come on, lean on me," he said, offering his arm.
Once she was up on her one foot she'd put one of her own arms under one of his and around his shoulders to help stabilize herself. His hand would naturally shift down to her waist and she'd take a tentative hop making sure she could keep the weight off her injured ankle which she held a bit in the air. "Ok..." She'd wince a little then nod and look at him. "I think I'm ready...do you got me?"
OOC: Yeah, but they are a year apart so I figured he might be getting close to done. I also figured since she's athletic she'd probably be a bit heavier due to muscle where he's not so I didn't know how hard it would be for him to help her.