Part of her was obviously amused enough to smile, but her feelings in general about Quidditch these days were sort of dragging her down, no matter how much she tried to be upbeat about it. "I guess," was all she said, shrugging as she let her hands fall into her lap. "It's not really the same though." And it wasn't. Swimming was great, but Katie missed flying. She missed the wind in her hair, the rush, the adrenaline, the feeling of a quaffle tucked under her arm, that click in her mind where she just knew where her other Chasers were without having to look, the exhilaration of making a perfect pass. It was where she belonged, and without it, a part of her felt distinctively lost.
"What if I can't ever play again?" She asked quietly, voicing a question she'd only ever mentioned out loud to Charlie, and then in the relative safety of their bed in Mexico, at night in the dark. "I'm not good for anything else, not the way I'm good at Quidditch. I don't want anything else in the same way, either, I never have."