While not an awful way to perish (an instant death always seemed preferable to a long drawn out illness) the suddenness of their loss must've been devastating. "That's terrible. I'm sorry, too, that you quit quidditch because of it. You must miss it." Flying and sports weren't her favorite thing, but she could appreciate that they were others.

An American girl. An Egyptian girl. How many women had Ben involved himself with? Melody frowned slightly. His reputation had to come from somewhere. He hadn't developed the skills he displayed during their one night together by remaining chaste, after all.

Melody had been considering reaching out to touch his hand when he finally played a card of his own, and she was grateful she hadn't. Her fist clenched in her lap under the table. Lying to him didn't seem appropriate, but she truly wasn't ready to share the news just yet. Not when she was still seeking an alternative. "Potions." She supplied with a shrug whilst offering no details. Monsters was a vague enough description that she hoped the game would allow them to continue without more from her.

The only card she held of a diamond was one that might have made her faint as a younger woman. However, unlike before when she was unwilling to answer the question to save herself, Melody was wanting the game to conclude. The longer this continued the more likely they were to fight or land themselves in hot water. She blushed from her head to her toes and played her red diamond. Are you more dominant or submissive in bed?

Her limited experience afforded her some naivety. Only, her first time in the closet had invoked a powerful feeling she still often thought about. "Dominant, I think." She muttered quietly, her eyes not meeting his. If only the floor would open up and swallow her whole.