Helga fought the smug smile off her face as he slipped into the seat next to her. She really ought to play coy, but she so enjoyed his company! He was right, anyhow: he had plenty of adoring fans, many who would likely kill to have her chair. By getting this seat, by holding a conversation, Helga was winning (and she got to look at his face. Merlin he was handsome. She had to keep it together.)
"I don't suppose you plan to return to the pitch after the World Cup, do you?" she asked, not sure if the thought was appealing or not. The only thing more attractive than a handsome quidditch player was a handsome quidditch sponsor. She only wished she was as into the sport as she was its players. "That's what I've heard people asking. They say Mr. Longbottom might as well join his own team since none of the Wasps could make the national team. I'm curious what the man himself thinks," she said, smiling appreciatively as the server approached with their drinks.
"I don't suppose you plan to return to the pitch after the World Cup, do you?" she asked, not sure if the thought was appealing or not. The only thing more attractive than a handsome quidditch player was a handsome quidditch sponsor. She only wished she was as into the sport as she was its players. "That's what I've heard people asking. They say Mr. Longbottom might as well join his own team since none of the Wasps could make the national team. I'm curious what the man himself thinks," she said, smiling appreciatively as the server approached with their drinks.
— set by MJ! <3 —