He had her. He flashed a wide, almost devious smile. "Auror Abernathy, quidditch fan," he said, as if testing the sound of it. It fit. She didn't seem overly feminine like the debutantes—which was fine—but she'd also come across as serious. Serious women didn't tend to like quidditch from his experience. This was a development, though, and he was ready to exploit it.

"So tell me: who's your favorite team? And don't you dare say the Falcons," he warned, but in good humor. He was inclined to believe she'd favor Kenmare with that accent of hers, or maybe Ballycastle.

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