Finally the last thread of lace slipped over the button and they were freed. “There we go!” He dropped his arms to the side in demonstration of their sudden freedom. “I believe your lace is mainly intact.” Rufus added, his brief exchange told him that she may very well be okay with this fact.

He chuckled at her words, “Perhaps they will have better luck this year with you cheering them on.” He was hoping for a good season coming up, which meant teams doing better than they had before. A good game of quidditch was really all he could hope for when they stepped up to their brooms.