He couldn't imagine it - giving up his broom. Flying had been a part of his life longer even than magic, or so it felt. After all he got his first broom at 8, and his wand at 11. If someone asked him right now which he would rather do without he would probably have chosen his wand. Perhaps that would change in a few years, maybe when he had a wife, or children to care for the propsect would seem less appealing. He couldn't imagine it but then he never would have guessed Prewett would have gone from carousing Canons Captain to a proper ministry man. Although Jack was a first born, his fathers heir he could be very comfortable on the resources his family could provide and need only a career for his own vanity and self fulfillment. Quidditch was perfect in that regards.

When she mentioned the referees he tried not to smile, she was so passionate on their behalf in defence of her team, but he didn't disagree with her. More than one sponsor had offered Jack more money to move when he had made first string, and even more when he had made Captain. There was nothing like the morale upset to a team when a developed, or developing player was poached just when they had been promoted and grabbing a new captain - well that was a Coup d'état. 'I hope I never let you down in that way Miss Gallivan' he said with a broad smile, most people knew Jack had only ever had eyes for the Canons when it came to his team. 'I mean, that I would never think of jumping the ship.' he gave a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders 'no pun intended.'