Art was having a hard time sitting here with Desdemona's leaving Quidditch hanging in the air between them; he had a hard time being here at home with the knowledge of it already, and verbalizing things to Ben made them seem more real, tangible as opposed to something that quietly happened in Arthur's house.

He'd never been able to abide silence for long, and finished his drink in a gulp, reaching to pour himself more in nearly the same motion. This was dangerous for him, he was going to blurt something sooner or later, and it was by chance that it was: "She says she's happier now than she was with her family. Irish."

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