Jane snorts, shaking her head. "Oh, no, it's not quite like that. It's just the typical teenage angsty sort of things. Insecurity. Crushes." She waves a hand. "You know, being extra dramatic about things that only matter for a day or two in the grand scheme of a lifetime."

Even if they still seem to hurt like they'll never stop.

"The point is, I've been feeling better and that?" She gestures back at the Quidditch pitch, generally. "That really helped, hoo hoo."