Heights never bothered her much. That was actually a common misconception that those who knew her hatred for flying believed. No, it was the fast movement of broomsticks, hippogriffs, and thestrals that unnerved her so. She was always afraid that she would be thrown off. Just standing in a high place wasn't so frightening. Of course, she much preferred heights that weren't exactly deadly if she did fall. Stumbling out of the window of her bedroom would probably break a few bones, but unless she fell awkwardly on her neck, wasn't likely to end her life.