"Yeah I know. Charlie said the same thing." She smiled faintly at the recollection of lying in bed with Charlie, his arms around her as he softly reassured her. "He's determined to help me get back up on a broom and flying again. I just... I don't know if I'm being a pessimist, but I can't help feeling like I have to consider the fact that I might never heal right. And in that case..."
She shrugged again. He made finding something else sound so easy, but Katie had thought about it a lot recently, and she couldn't think of a single thing she was good at that could be a career like Quidditch was. "Wait, Sparkleface?" Glancing up, Katie snorted and then shook her head. "I think I like the one-letter nickname better." Reaching out to stroke Quaffle's back as he lay down beside her, Katie gazed off into the distance again, only vaguely looking at the mountains. "I can't think of anything else I'm good enough at to make a career. Quidditch is really... it."