Spryly had been so mired in his regret over the QWC that in the moment he'd completely forgotten that a woman had died. That said he wouldn't have thought 'odd' would be the word to describe it but then he hadn't been there, had he? "S'pose that'd do it," he replied, hoping to quickly draw a line under the quidditch talk before he went and drowned himself in a keg of beer a little too literally. "Heard you played well though?"
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.