Author's Note:

HOLA!

This was written for another challenge.

She dreamed of glory sometimes.

When she was on her broomstick, and she was in flight over the lake.

She dreamed she was a star.

A quidditch star.

She dreamed she was on newspapers and magazines.

Her face would be splashed on the covers and she would be giving interviews on her performance on the field.

That was the dream she dreamed as she whizzed around.

But then she would come back to her senses.

She was just a flying instructor at Hogwarts.

With no opportunity to be a quidditch player.

She was just too old.

And she wasn't fit enough anymore.

Sometimes she would despair over what her life had become.

Never realizing her dream of being a quidditch player.

Never having been with someone in over two decades.

Never doing what she wanted to do...

But then she would see the children.

The young first years who came in excited.

The muggles especially, would be in awe of the broomstick.

She would then give them guidance on how to handle the broom.

And the pleasure and warmth she got from teaching them was something that could never be replaced.

So what if she wasn't a quidditch player, so what if she wasn't on the cover page, so what if she hadn't had a proper relationship in years.

It didn't matter.

It never mattered when she got to teach the kids, when she got to referee their matches.

And she knew deep down inside.

She would never trade this for anything in the world.