"See but you're just a smidge more ambitious than I am, three is far too many. Two is good." Her mother was nodding behind her as if she was privy to the whole conversation. "Plus you've a year's more quidditch experience, I need that time to practice." Thankfully Rufus hadn't been entirely distracted this summer with his new wife to ignore Sloane altogether, they had gotten a little practice in and she'd learned some useful things she hope to bring back to the team this year.

Oblivious to Cam's movements, Sloane instead watched as her mother pretended to be very interested in something in the next window display down and had absolutely no idea what it was she was getting at. Fiona Bixby, though blessed with four boys before Sloane, was not entirely out of touch with what it was like to have a teenage daughter. Sloane on the other hand was oblivious, but knew when her mother was feigning interest; Sloane saw that look a lot when she was going on about something from school. "Somehow I doubt Sisse would mind." Sisse was too nice after all and had practically carried Sloane through academics thus far. Thank Merlin for that. "You won't convince me, sorry. You'll have to get your fill of my annoying face at quidditch practice." She shrugged, chuckling at him.