“Well, there goes my don’t you want to win line,” Theo murmured wryly, because if neither of them felt like quidditch really mattered, then winning was just as pointless as the rest of it. There was the league to think about, and national tryouts, and his responsibility as a sponsor but distraction was right: all it served to do was waste some time.
He looked away from Lestrange, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. “But you... haven’t always felt this way, right?” He couldn’t imagine how exhausting that would have been. But he hadn’t noticed it in the other Ravenclaw back at school, and Lestrange had been too good a seeker to have never cared.
He knew he hadn’t, but - he didn’t know how to find the way back. If there was one. If anything helped.
He looked away from Lestrange, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. “But you... haven’t always felt this way, right?” He couldn’t imagine how exhausting that would have been. But he hadn’t noticed it in the other Ravenclaw back at school, and Lestrange had been too good a seeker to have never cared.
He knew he hadn’t, but - he didn’t know how to find the way back. If there was one. If anything helped.
