'You should have seen mine' he joked back, as a way of vindicating the comparison. The quality of her needle work made no nevermind to him, in fact he was almost entirely sure it was one of those things only women cared about. He had never met another man who met a girl he liked and when deciding on their future thought 'hmm, she's pretty, kind, smart, funny, and I like her...but man...that needlework leaves a lot of be desired. His parents had never encouraged quidditch, but it had never been forbidden, an eldest son's prerogative he supposed.
One of his team mates gestured to him, the canons contingent wanted a photo of the canons that had made it onto the team - all be it as seconds. 'Excuse me Miss Robbins. It's been a genuine plesaure.' he gave a small salute and tipped back the remainder of his glass.
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