His uncle's words made him perk up immediately. The thought of Beckett Longbottom—sponsor of the Wimbourne Wasps—making an appearance at a Slytherin quidditch match was unlikely to escape notice by the Hogwarts population, and it would also give him a one-up with his friends who were hoping to pursue quidditch careers.
"I'd like that, but only if it doesn't inconvenience you." Of course he was going to say that, but the thought of having his quidditch-industry uncle observing his match was already making his heart jump.
"I need - uhh - gloves, obviously. My broom and bat are still decent enough, I suppose—but if I'm being honest, all my other padding could use an upgrade."
"I'd like that, but only if it doesn't inconvenience you." Of course he was going to say that, but the thought of having his quidditch-industry uncle observing his match was already making his heart jump.
"I need - uhh - gloves, obviously. My broom and bat are still decent enough, I suppose—but if I'm being honest, all my other padding could use an upgrade."
