Usually Cameron was good at separating his personal life from the quidditch pitch, but clearly not with Sloane. Through her excuses all he could think was no, no, not happening, no, because losing Sloane on the pitch was one more way that they would be distanced, and he didn't want that.
"You won't be able to pursue your dreams if you quit the team," he argued, feeling suddenly defensive. He glanced around, making sure no eyes were on them—and thankfully, everyone was either too distracted preparing to return to the castle or already out the door.
"And I can't find another seeker. We worked so hard to stop being the 'young' team." Not that younger seekers hadn't worked out for other teams, but he didn't want another Farrow type. He wanted Sloane.
"You won't be able to pursue your dreams if you quit the team," he argued, feeling suddenly defensive. He glanced around, making sure no eyes were on them—and thankfully, everyone was either too distracted preparing to return to the castle or already out the door.
"And I can't find another seeker. We worked so hard to stop being the 'young' team." Not that younger seekers hadn't worked out for other teams, but he didn't want another Farrow type. He wanted Sloane.
