Apparently he hadn't sidled off because he replied. Spryly lifted his head up from his arms. "Course you will!" He'd not really been able to see any quidditch matches since he'd left school but he felt like he from what he'd heard and read that it was a no brainer. "D'you really think I stand a chance then?"
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.