Dabbling too far on the deep end was an understatement when it came to the Blackstone. They thrived on the extreme end of the old ways and had been followers of Nyx. Her father had been the first to go against those ideas and he paid for it.
Ash's comment and the look he offered her earned a small shrug from Lyra, she didn't much like to talk about it. It always brought back those hopeless feelings and nightmares of her uncle coming back, though he was safely locked away in Azkaban. "It's just not something I usually talk about. My uncle's in Azkaban and I have my da at least. He came at the right time."
" I do actually watch quidditch with my da, I just don't play it. I fall off broom sticks. Now if someone would let me play on the back of a hippogriff, I'd be fantastic." She grinned.