"That makes sense," Hannah nodded taking to the lane to throw, five pins coming down this time. It was unfortunate that Frankie didn't have a place to learn to play Quidditch. Hannah barely remembered going with her grandfather when she was young. She'd never taken up flying because of her time in the Muggle world. Add that to the fact that Neville was horrid on a broom.
"So then," she continued while she waited for the ball to return, "do you fly? Neither your father or I really care to and I can't imagine there's much of a chance to fly at home." She turned and threw once more certain she had a gutter ball but it jumped at the last second and pulled another pin down.