MacFusty. That was a name she knew, if only because he was on the Cannons. He was a giant of a man—and a handsome one, too. It was a shame that he was from a family of rogue dragon-keepers. "I wouldn't be so hard on your team. You did win, didn't you?" she said with a smile. It had been on Mr. Lestrange and the chasers that they'd won, but that's how it was supposed to be. Beaters were not responsible for scoring goals.
"I will think highly of you nonetheless," she offered as comfort, though she knew he likely didn't care what she thought. It was a miracle she'd been able to earn his acquaintanceship at all, and even then it had been maintained by repeated misfortune on her end. She still wanted him to know, though. "And I trust Mr. Lestrange with the snitch. He may have only been second-string, but he's talented." She thought of Nora, and how cute the pair were. Wouldn't it be funny if both girls married someone in the quidditch league? They could host their uppity extravagant parties together!
"I will think highly of you nonetheless," she offered as comfort, though she knew he likely didn't care what she thought. It was a miracle she'd been able to earn his acquaintanceship at all, and even then it had been maintained by repeated misfortune on her end. She still wanted him to know, though. "And I trust Mr. Lestrange with the snitch. He may have only been second-string, but he's talented." She thought of Nora, and how cute the pair were. Wouldn't it be funny if both girls married someone in the quidditch league? They could host their uppity extravagant parties together!
— set by MJ! <3 —