Five older brothers? Jeremy felt his eyes widen, how many would he need to worry about trying to protect her? Before it had only been her, or rather who he had thought, aunt and uncle and both had known him and been predisposed to him.

Jeremy listened, his lips quirking up in a half smile at the comment about the brother who had let him in and the sound from said brother. But overall he tried to absorb the information. He had heard of the elder brother, he realized, as he, like most men he knew, followed quidditch. And it seemed that a great many tragedies had unfolded for the Bixby family. As she spoke he also realized why the Bixby name seemed so familiar for a family he knew nothing of: they were involved a great deal with quidditch in multiple generations.

"So the riding accident, it did happen,"Jeremy found himself prompting, "But, it wasn't a horse, then?" Thinking of his Sadie and how much she had wanted to ride, it was going to take a moment to picture a broom instead of a horse. He had often envisioned her excitement when he took her meet the horses in his stable, a day which had never taken place, how he'd watch her stroke the muzzle of the horse, a fondness for the creature itself. He simply couldn't see that with a broom - nor did he think he would look upon it quite as favorably if she did.