Helga smiled at the sentiment, wondering what a life as a quidditch wife might be like for her. She'd be a good hostess—that was a given—but she'd also be able to spend more time with her sister and her sister's step-children. She'd always envisioned herself as the wife of a top Ministry official, and at one point as a student had laughed at any of the girls who gawked over quidditch players, and yet here she was.
"I hope you will get your moment to shine," she said. He sounded like he lacked confidence—or maybe he was not as much as an optimist as she. She didn't know enough about quidditch to judge how he'd compare to the other players. She saw him as a gentleman rather than a player; in her mind, he was tall, strong, and in his prime. That had to make someone a good player, right? (And she would so love an opportunity to gush about him to her friends without looking like a forlorn schoolgirl!) "In any case I will be eagerly rooting for you. Britain deserves a win this time with its lineup."
"I hope you will get your moment to shine," she said. He sounded like he lacked confidence—or maybe he was not as much as an optimist as she. She didn't know enough about quidditch to judge how he'd compare to the other players. She saw him as a gentleman rather than a player; in her mind, he was tall, strong, and in his prime. That had to make someone a good player, right? (And she would so love an opportunity to gush about him to her friends without looking like a forlorn schoolgirl!) "In any case I will be eagerly rooting for you. Britain deserves a win this time with its lineup."
— set by MJ! <3 —