"...well," she faltered briefly, stumbling on her words. "Ron if you would just try a little harder..." She knew two things about that phrase. A.) It was useless. They'd had that discussion for ages, too. And B.) It was a statement that was probably going to anger him because she knew he was trying. She knew he tried his hardest but sometimes she felt maybe it could have been just a little more.

She huffed in irritation, trying not to lose her composure as she reset. For as often as she went about correcting everyone else, she hated being corrected herself. She especially hated it when it came to Ron because it was just admitting her flaws. It was a reminder of the first Capture the Flag game all over again where she'd realized she only possessed magical skills and had run off in tears to hide deep in the forest. After that she'd started to learn a variety of weapons, but the only one she had any real grasp on was archery.

"I know how many tries I have left!" she snapped, lining up again and firing off the second arrow. It hit the mark again but still off center. She was definitely thinking too much about the theory and the trajectory rather than feeling the pull of the bow and the dynamic of the arrow itself.