Sloane launched into her story, barely leaving time for herself to breathe but as she spoke a grin spread over Rufus’s face. If he got anything from all the words spilling over her lips it was that she was happy and that to him was the best thing. He laughed at Sloane’s enjoyment of being messy - so very different from most girls he knew and so very like the Bixby siblings in general. It didn’t surprise him that Miss Potts had found herself in adventures with his sister, nor that his sister had made a new friend. He hadn’t worried much about her, she always seemed to make friends.

Rufus nodded at the mention of quidditch and flying clubs. He knew she had been upset by not making the team her first year, but he hadn’t either. And he had indeed joined the same two teams and now look where he was. “It would be great! I’m sure you’ll beat the competition next year with all your practicing!” He encouraged.

“I’m good. The team is looking good. We’re thinking we have a chance in the playoffs this year.” Rufus was excited for the prospect. He really thought they could make it this year.