"That one was nice," Tells offered, looking over at the sound of strings being drawn again. Lazily she ran her hand across Orla's head, grinning as the dog leaned her head against Tells's hand. She also miss the dogs.

"Of course not! I'm sure you'll make it... but even if you don't I'm sure that and club will certainly look good next year. But you'll make it."  She didn't really haven't any doubt about that. How could they not want her sister? That would be crazy. But then she perked up, "Ohhh Papa would probably get us new brooms if we asked. Especially if you told him you were wanting to try out. And I could say I want to try out with you?"