"Then it's a good thing you'll always be able to fly," she said simply, not leaving any room for argument. He would fly until he was ready to retire, it was as simple as that. The alternative meant a scenario too scary for her to think about. It had broke her heart when players disappeared during the war. Sure, they weren't Purebloods but they were still a part of the team. When Quidditch stopped altogether she couldn't stop crying. Her family was this team and they had taken it away. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to actually play for them.
"You might regret saying that. I think it's going to be more common unfortunately," she admitted softly, knowing he was the only one she could open up to like this. He didn't judge her for being scared, she wasn't afraid of looking pathetic in front of him. He always saw her as stronger than she was. She breathed contently as he stroked her back, the tension in her body slowly leaving. She didn't want to talk for fear of ruining the moment. Instead she kissed his shoulder in thanks, closing her eyes and hoping not to see nightmares.