"No, no, of course not." Heidi stammered, caught up in the hurtful reminiscence of Snape's words to notice Tracey was just joking. "I hate violence. I don't think I could ever truly hurt someone."
Heidi stared down at her hands in Tracey's. "I've always thought they were too rough." She tells of her insecurity. Even though she had never received any complaints, only compliments, about them Heidi felt that all her quidditch had taken a tool on her hands. "Not anywhere near as soft as your's."
"Yeah? I've always held my wand like that. Like I'd grip my broom."
"Maybe." Heidi grinned, "Was that an offer for you to give one?"