"Mmm, the chasing squad does seem to have it covered." They were outscoring the Moroccans by quite a bit. If only the beaters could keep up everything would be fine. Jess watched the match for a moment between lulls in the conversation.

"Yeah he's a good guy. Can't complain." And now Jesse was going to pester his brother with some nonchalant questions about Miss Abernathy later. "Jesse Hatchitt." He reciprocated, casually moving from his spot against the wall to take a seat near hers. Not too close, but close enough to be of interest. Because he was certainly interested.

"Curious to know how the auror office caught your fancy." He knew why Gabe had gone in, but he always wondered what the pull was for other people. "I think y'all are crazy, so I'm genuinely intrigued, but don't share if you don't want to." He leaned back in the seat with one ankle crossing the opposite knee, beer perched in hand, the epitome of laid back at the moment.