“Oh,” he said, as the weight of her parents having played quidditch dawned on him. Not from any pressure, but just from the lifestyle they would have made – where playing quidditch was an ordinary, encouraged thing. “Sorry,” he added, in case she was offended that he hadn’t known about her father. “I don’t follow quidditch much.” He’d seen a game or two on his travels with his parents, but only when the weather had been grim.
He didn’t expect he would be any good at it. Besides – team sports. “I had a broom at home,” he explained (sort of), with a shrug at her question about flying. He did not want to admit that he had never really gotten the hang of it (– he could scrape by in flying classes, but he wouldn’t miss them one bit –) and that he found the feeling rather overwhelming and dizzying, so he just shrugged again. “But I got in trouble for using it in the house, so I didn’t bother much. Outside was all forest, anyway.” Trees: good for seclusion and shade and privacy; not so good for learning to fly. (Also – could you learn to fly from books?)
He didn’t expect he would be any good at it. Besides – team sports. “I had a broom at home,” he explained (sort of), with a shrug at her question about flying. He did not want to admit that he had never really gotten the hang of it (– he could scrape by in flying classes, but he wouldn’t miss them one bit –) and that he found the feeling rather overwhelming and dizzying, so he just shrugged again. “But I got in trouble for using it in the house, so I didn’t bother much. Outside was all forest, anyway.” Trees: good for seclusion and shade and privacy; not so good for learning to fly. (Also – could you learn to fly from books?)