Being in the woods made Ava nervous, understandably so, she imagined given what she’d been through last week though she’d never admit to it. Slytherin’s did not fear, they simply dominated. She also wouldn’t admit that she took great comfort in the fact that Frankie had come out with her. She never properly thanked him for coming out to find her that night, or sitting with her in the hospital until her father had been called forth. The least she could do was teach him a skill she’d learned in her childhood, especially when he seemed so eager.
Still, the moon pulled on her, and she felt even more away of her surroundings. Even more away of how the exceptionally baggy hoodie still seemed to rub against her moon sensitive scars. She flicked her eyes over to him, and attempted to match his mood, conjuring a small smile of her own.
“Arrows travel far, when done properly. And are uncontrollable when not done correctly.” she shrugged a bit, adjusting the quiver of arrows that she had strapped to her back, both her arrow and her fathers spare tucked under her arm. “It’s best to go deep enough into the woods that you can’t accidentally hit something or someone other than the target intended.”
She stopped then, at a tree that already seemed riddled with marks and holes from prior practices. She leaned the bows up against one of the trees, before pulling a piece of yellow chalk from a pouch that hung at her hip. “I usually draw my own targets.” She explained as she set about her work, making some exceptionally large for her novice friend.