“‘Fraid not,” Gus said, with her signature unladylike snort of laughter. “Just a younger brother and I think he’d rather die than play quidditch,” she said, leaning towards him confidentially. George was many things she was not - patient and quiet and sweet - but he would be petrified to find himself on the pitch, that was for sure. Better that way, anyway; one of them had to have a proper job!
She drummed her fingers airily on the champagne flute; tried not to sway in a way that made her look like a useless debutante who'd done too much dancing. Not in front of the new teammates, Merlin. “But you can have him for the Cannons, if ya like,” Gus teased, resisting the urge to nudge him with her elbow. Valiantly. “None of your family play then, either?”
She drummed her fingers airily on the champagne flute; tried not to sway in a way that made her look like a useless debutante who'd done too much dancing. Not in front of the new teammates, Merlin. “But you can have him for the Cannons, if ya like,” Gus teased, resisting the urge to nudge him with her elbow. Valiantly. “None of your family play then, either?”
gorgeous set by Lady!