"Same here," she replied back, looking out over the sea the same as Alex was. It was pretty with the bright blue sky and the deep blue water, and creamy clouds floating above them. The trees all around gave off a faint rustling sound as the wind tickled their leaves.
After Mona asked about Quidditch, she sat down next to Alex and found a stick. She began to trace curly-ques in the dirt.
"How come? I mean, I understand about not wanting to play - it's a bloody rough sport. I'm lucky, not broken anything yet. But I love it too much I guess."