Through a mouthful of sausage Cameron shook his head and made a noise in disagreement. "Not saying they aren't talented," he said once he'd swallowed, "but the year I tried out there were barely any older students. I was one of the older students." That had been the year he and Maddy had made the team; three chaser spots had been up for grabs, as had a seeker. It would have been more of a surprise if he hadn't made the team. "And they're up against older, more experienced students this year." Though how he'd love to watch the three other house teams, packed with older students, lose to to Gryffindor. Their roster had been skewed towards younger players ever since Cameron had made the team. It made them underdogs—until last year.

Cameron passed Sloane a confused look at her comment, as if she'd forgotten just who her friends were. "You say that as if we don't welcome Calla to our table every day," he laughed, though admittedly it could be easy to forget that Calla was a Hufflepuff. There had been more than one occasion he'd discussed quidditch strategies with her right there, only to be reminded by someone next to him.

"We exchanged letters after I was injured during the scrimmage," he explained. Self-note not to let it slip that he'd punctured his lung. "I wished her luck in finding a seeker who could out-fly you." he added, feeling the need to justify it. For some reason.

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