Privately, Connor thought that was a stupid reason to be upset – but he didn’t know enough about quidditch to care. And he wasn’t going to say that. “Sorry,” he said instead, because he could at least understand the annoyance of failure, generally. “I don’t think anyone takes first years that seriously, here.”
In Connor’s first month here, he had personally concluded that there were older students who were much more ridiculous and more idiotic than him or anyone his age – but he didn’t make the rules. Not yet, anyway. He watched Miss Pendergast skip her stone, and took the opportunity – risking humiliation of his own – to copy her. Stepping up, the arm movement, the stone skating outwards... and then sinking down with no skipping at all.
He flushed, annoyed. “What position did you want to get?” he asked, hoping that she hadn’t been watching too closely.
In Connor’s first month here, he had personally concluded that there were older students who were much more ridiculous and more idiotic than him or anyone his age – but he didn’t make the rules. Not yet, anyway. He watched Miss Pendergast skip her stone, and took the opportunity – risking humiliation of his own – to copy her. Stepping up, the arm movement, the stone skating outwards... and then sinking down with no skipping at all.
He flushed, annoyed. “What position did you want to get?” he asked, hoping that she hadn’t been watching too closely.