After heading to what she's since learned is the Quidditch pitch, mostly because she has a reminder on her mirror about being at the pitch on time, what she sees there is enough to scare Ana senseless. Flying. Metal balls being hurled at people. People miles in the air while this is taking place. Ana's wide eyes never left the sky, taking particular care to study the strange (and vaguely torture-esque) rings positioned on either end of the fields, until she finally decided she was out. So much out. The person who urged her to get on a broom was clearly trying to end her life.

Maybe he was in league with Brother.

Jeffy's comments on her entry are not in any way reassuring, but she knows Jeffy. He's nice. He's fun. He is a good dancer. And while the other girl was also nice, Ana doesn't really know who she is in any real way outside a name, and plus she was at the practice. Jeffy is clearly the safer choice. Without really knowing why, she places Titania into the pocket of her hoodie that she modified to have velcro edges so the kitten can poke her head out while they walk and heads to meet him. She's half afraid people on brooms are going to ambush her, mostly because he seems really into quidditch, but largely she's just glad to not be fixating on how crazy every is at the moment.