Yuri couldn't relate - not really. He had never really had anyone who 'worried' about him - not before Mister Mondragon at any rate, and even now his guardian wasn't much inclined to interfere - the old housekeeper fretted about him, which he pretended to hate but he even rather liked the way the old woman pinched his cheeks and told him he was starting to look so big and handsome. It was almost like having a grandmother.

Sloanes death had been hard on everyone. She had been nice, kind - even to him when he had been desperate to join the Quidditch team and hanging onto the tail coats of every house practice in the hopes of learning something. He hadn't had Billie's natural flair for the air. It felt like he had had to work a great deal harder than some in order to gain the same level of skill. Sloane had once offered to help him with his flying.

'If you want to practice sometime, I'd be happy to run some drills with you' he offered, 'Least I could do for knocking you over' he added with a sheepish chuckle, struggle the back of his neck with a rough hand.