"You are, you are. I'll give credit where credit is due, although you did enough bitching beforehand." She wasn't sure what had scared him off so thoroughly. He was flying well enough now and they hadn't even been up here a half an hour. Maybe it was pride or just wanted to be difficult. She couldn't believe Hooch hadn't tried harder to get him on a broom. He had a keeper's build.
"People weren't exactly dying at the chance to hire a muggleborn, were they? I wanted to but with everything going on and then going on the run...Broom making just came naturally I guess. When the war ended it had been too long since I played and I was only ever decent." She would have gotten on somewhere, she was stubborn enough. Quidditch reminded her too much of Fred. She had felt guilty enjoying things too much, making brooms was more cathartic. She had always wanted to be a professional quidditch player, planned on it really, but things didn't always fall the way you wanted them to.
"Besides, most brooms are shite. Someone had to do something about it." Broommaking was like wandmaking, it took a certain natural sense. She was lucky, being a full time bar maid would have gotten depressing.