"Accidents happen in quidditch," she replied, her tone still calm and not argumentative. Another fight would only serve to sever their acquiantanceship, and Fallon wasn't ready to permanently say goodbye to him. Besides, she said what she had to and he addressed it. The issue was solved, for now anyway.
"In the last quidditch cup a player fell from his broom and died. Others are permanently injured. Again, the ministry should've had some sort of protection on the stands." They could debate this all night, a fact she didn't particularly relish.
She reached into her pocket to fish for her watch, frowning as her fingers touched the key they bickered over. Funny, Fallon could've sworn it resided on her small vanity table. Her fingers curled around it, intent on pulling it out to examine, when the familiar pulling sensation began.
Fuck.
In the split second she had before disappearing from the pub, Fallon reached to grab onto the bar but landed on Lachlan's thigh instead. They landed with a thud onto a thick layer of wet snow.
"In the last quidditch cup a player fell from his broom and died. Others are permanently injured. Again, the ministry should've had some sort of protection on the stands." They could debate this all night, a fact she didn't particularly relish.
She reached into her pocket to fish for her watch, frowning as her fingers touched the key they bickered over. Funny, Fallon could've sworn it resided on her small vanity table. Her fingers curled around it, intent on pulling it out to examine, when the familiar pulling sensation began.
Fuck.
In the split second she had before disappearing from the pub, Fallon reached to grab onto the bar but landed on Lachlan's thigh instead. They landed with a thud onto a thick layer of wet snow.