When Declan could get out to a Quidditch game he did actually enjoy it, but Saffron didn't like it — and he didn't know why the Ministry men couldn't just accept that she had different interests than they did. Sometimes he wished he could explain it to them.

The printing press was running on magic and Deck didn't have to stare at it, so he wiped the ink off of his palms with a rag and stepped out from the stool. "D'you want a drink?" he asked. "Tea? A beer?" They were below her house, so all of the drinks were hers — but he had long since gotten used to wandering in and out of the Whitby living space.