Arthur took a sip of his beer.

"I'm already old, why not become boring," he said. There was a little snark in his tone, but no bite to it. He was old. Arthur ran through other former team members in his head - Weasley, Lockhart, Gilmore, and Mohr all didn't play anymore. Hell, even Kirke didn't play anymore, and Kirke was younger than Arthur was.

It didn't matter, and Gibson probably was right. Arthur would play Quidditch until his body fell apart or he was forced to retire. And if he wasn't the captain this year that was - fine, probably.

"How's your other business?"

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