Ava lifted a hand to Ron's cheek, shaking her head a little - the sadness overtaking her gaze for a moment. Then she lowered her hand to write, Life already caught up, Ronald. It caught up, tossed me aside then decided it wanted to keep me alive a little bit longer.
Take up a hobby? She laughed although it was silent. I had a hobby. I played harp. But I can't speak so I can't undo the shrinking charm that's been on it for ages. And even then, where would she play? How would she store it if she couldn't shrink it again?