So I take it you'd rather have lessons there than on the beach or pitch.

[She raises her brows at the question, then she bites down on her bottom lip, shrugging.]

No, but you'll wonder. It constricts or strangles anything that gets caught in its tendrils but it hates light or fire. Possesses a sort of sense of touch so if you sit still, it'll ease up. Or so I've heard.

[She... does not mention that her brother, ex-boyfriend, and best friend survived an encounter with it when they were eleven years old.]