“Oh, it was a cinch,” Kris drawled, pleased to have such a sensible listening ear and hand of support as Bingham. A trusted friend; though he was a little glad, too, that Rupert hadn’t been at the beater tryouts. It would have been an unnecessary show of competition, and - a risk. But Rupert was better than that; he knew his place.
“Blast it, I did better than Bones!” Kristoffer burst out with in disbelief, peering up at the figures of the potential players people were voting on, and scrutinising the beaters’ respective sizes. Why was Bones bigger than him? “What are they playing at? Why am I so sodding small?”
“Blast it, I did better than Bones!” Kristoffer burst out with in disbelief, peering up at the figures of the potential players people were voting on, and scrutinising the beaters’ respective sizes. Why was Bones bigger than him? “What are they playing at? Why am I so sodding small?”
