I had other ambitions then, Theodore didn’t say. Unlike now, because I don’t have any ambitions left.
“Probably,” he said instead, falsely light, draining his glass in another draught and exhaling for as long as he could before pitching forwards to another. “It’d have been my luck for something like that to happen twice,” he remarked, pretending he found it funny. “But thanks.” He added, in slight surprise. He’d never really thought himself in quite the same league as his house captain; never mind the fact that if his father had fast-tracked him to first string of the Cannons, it would have looked pretty bad. (And as far as he knew, Lestrange had never had the skill to impale himself.)
“I take it you’re a fan of quidditch?” It wasn’t a stretch, given his occupation and his line of inquiry. Theo wasn’t sure whether this was flattering or prodding unintentionally at a sore spot. “Or do you play?”
“Probably,” he said instead, falsely light, draining his glass in another draught and exhaling for as long as he could before pitching forwards to another. “It’d have been my luck for something like that to happen twice,” he remarked, pretending he found it funny. “But thanks.” He added, in slight surprise. He’d never really thought himself in quite the same league as his house captain; never mind the fact that if his father had fast-tracked him to first string of the Cannons, it would have looked pretty bad. (And as far as he knew, Lestrange had never had the skill to impale himself.)
“I take it you’re a fan of quidditch?” It wasn’t a stretch, given his occupation and his line of inquiry. Theo wasn’t sure whether this was flattering or prodding unintentionally at a sore spot. “Or do you play?”
