"I'll take your word for it," Alvin got enough quidditch talk at home. His father's coaching position demanded some sort of attention to the league itself, but Alvin hadn't exactly had the time nor the inclination. Keeping himself busy was almost a full time job and he needed the distractions to keep him going. "Glad to hear it though." Theo taking over the team at such a young age seemed like every Hogwarts student's dream, but Al knew it had to be a lot of work, especially when Theo had already set his sights on the auror department.

"Been a little out of touch with it, well, as much as one can be when there's a coach in the house," Alvin chuckled, spinning his butterbeer idly on the table. "Hoping to get back into it a little bit, dipping my toes back into designing brooms." He hadn't meant to jump right into the heart of it, but he knew small talk with someone like him was difficult these days. Too much tragedy in his family, too much heartache. Nobody wanted to say the wrong thing or cause any upset, even though Alvin was pretty thick-skinned. He appreciated the forethought anyway.

Flexing the fingers of his band hand under the able, he was still a little lost on missing out on the part of the job he'd loved the most, but even being to design and help with the charmwork was something. It was more than he'd had in well over a year at this point and he desperately needed something to keep him going.