For fuck's sake. Why did she have to venture to Whizzard's today? Now they had to speak of quidditch?! The blasted sport that forced Melody to realize (once again!) just how little she knew her husband. Oh, Melody put in the effort before and during the game to follow what was happening, but once the two chasers began plummeting towards the ground Melody knew she'd never have the appreciation for the sport she should. It was glorified violence and little else.


Yet another topic to add to her list of pretend.

"I haven't yet read anything on broom making, but I'm certain Mr. Binns has some material for you. I thought I saw him just over there..." Melody said and gestured towards the furthest row of stacks. Please, let the whore run off in pursuit of broom making and leave Melody to her misery. "As far as quidditch goes, it's a passion of my husband's, so I'm learning more about the sport."