If Verity's eloquent segue into the conversation of quidditch had been enough to put a damper on Grace's confidence, the way he replied - in so many words, more words than he'd spoken to her the whole time - was enough to devastate her entirely. But there was little time to focus on her own social failures when Mama mentioned that she'd been wanting to go to a quidditch match, and she'd already opened her mouth to respond, but then Mr. Lestrange - ever kind, ever tolerant of her - crackled a joke and Grace's mouth snapped shut before a giggle escaped through her lips.
"That's the orange team, right?" she asked, but through searching through her own memories she confirmed that yes, they were the orange team, but also that she probably shouldn't have called them that to an actual quidditch player. "I think I remember seeing some of their players on the roster for the World Cup," she said, less to Mr. Lestrange and more a vocalization of her own thought process. "Do you know any of them?" She thought he might, and now she'd gotten thinking so her curiosity was beating out her insecurities.
"That's the orange team, right?" she asked, but through searching through her own memories she confirmed that yes, they were the orange team, but also that she probably shouldn't have called them that to an actual quidditch player. "I think I remember seeing some of their players on the roster for the World Cup," she said, less to Mr. Lestrange and more a vocalization of her own thought process. "Do you know any of them?" She thought he might, and now she'd gotten thinking so her curiosity was beating out her insecurities.
