"We were first years when you failed at securing a spot on our house team! You haven't tried since!"

  

"I wasn't as good a player as I am now! What is your point? I have always had fun flying and playing sports, always. I invited you to join me, more than a few times. I don't understand what you mean with this, Vesta."

  

"You have never invited me to play! My point is you haven't tried since our first year, and it has been five years since then! If you were going to try out, you should have tried out before this year!"

  

"Why? Can't I enjoy playing quidditch solemly when I'm older? And of course I have invited you! Just because you said no, it doesn't mean it didn't happen. I wanted you there, alright?"

  

"Why waste your time playing a sport when your chances of playing professionally are slim, at best?! You know how I feel about flying."

  

"Vesta, can't you see? This isn't about a job or our profession. It's about flying, fun, freedom. Give me a chance... please? I promise there'll be no crazy pirouettes."

  

"I know you! You'll take the first chance you can to show off! Just... Don't injure yourself. You're a dear friend and I do not wish you to be spending every game in the infirmary because you decided to do something and get hurt."

  

"Hmm.... fine! I promise, I swear, from the bottom of my heart, that I won't do anything without being absolutely sure somebody outside the field is ready to throw a lifting spell at me. But do tell me of what you meant to talk before - deaths and tragedies, was it? I want to hear.."

  

"I would rather sleep instead. I am not interested in speaking of tragedies anymore. It is late."

  

"Late? Vesta... It's not even eight!"

  

"It's been a long day"

  

"... apparently. So. What do you need, massage?"

  

"I would prefer too go to bed... "

  

"Right... You should, then. See you tomorrow."