Cash considered Gallivan below him. He considered blowing him off, for a moment - that would have been easy. He ought to do things that way.
His cigarette was nearly burned out, now, but stubbing it out on the rafter was a level of dismissal that might, actually get him fired. So instead he just held the low-burning stub between two fingers.
"Do you ever just feel as if there's no point?" Cash said, "Not to the Quidditch, but to -" he gestured widely, as if to indicate any of this. He could catch the snitch and play nice with his teammates and Eli would still be dead and Cash would still want to join him; it didn't matter.
His cigarette was nearly burned out, now, but stubbing it out on the rafter was a level of dismissal that might, actually get him fired. So instead he just held the low-burning stub between two fingers.
"Do you ever just feel as if there's no point?" Cash said, "Not to the Quidditch, but to -" he gestured widely, as if to indicate any of this. He could catch the snitch and play nice with his teammates and Eli would still be dead and Cash would still want to join him; it didn't matter.
MJ made this!