"No," Art said, "It was - well, it was after practice, and Dez doesn't really." He cut himself off; not because he needed to lie, but because he was going to tell the truth, and this was one he didn't particularly like. It was lucky, Art thought, that Desdemona wasn't home; she wouldn't have liked him talking about this, and if she knew he was hanging around Irvingly later than usual, and that he didn't seem to have been at bars when he did come back later - well. Art wasn't sure if she'd notice, though; Desdemona had never known him when things were crumbling around him. She'd met him later, when Art had already started the work of putting his life back together. So even if she noticed things that Art knew he couldn't have Ben noticing, because then this would become a thing, she might not have put the pieces together.

"Desdemona doesn't really do Quidditch anymore. Since this summer." She'd quit the Harpies, but that didn't necessarily imply the rest of it - namely, that she could not bring herself to enter a Quidditch stadium.

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