Cameron had made a promise, and it was one he'd been determined to keep.

It was the afternoon he'd spent at Hogwarts, and he'd finally found time to drag Sloane Bixby out to the pitch to practice for Gryffindor tryouts that were scheduled to take place in two days. She was going to be their seeker if he had anything to do about it (which he didn't, not really), so he was determined to make sure she was prepared.

"You're fast, aren't you?" he asked, his lips stretched into a wide grin. "I mean, you're from a 'quidditch family' and all - you must have natural ability." Or at least he thought it ought to work that way; as a muggleborn, his experience with any magical families (apart from the Bell family, which was really only comprised of father, daughter, and broomstick-named brother) was limited.

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