"That's —" Ford started, both eyebrows raised. Ridiculous was the word that came to mind, but that seemed a little uncharitable. He didn't have anything against Gallivan, and didn't want to start disparaging him, especially when his own Quidditch knowledge was next to nothing. He also didn't want to put Cash in an awkward situation of having to figure out how to respond to whatever undoubtedly awkward and ill-informed thing Ford decided to say. He wasn't even sure why it felt so silly to imagine that Gallivan was Lestrange's boss, only that it did. Maybe it was because Gallivan was younger than both of them? That, or it was the impression Ford had of him from the match they'd just finished. From working at the Ministry Ford had an idea that a superior was supposed to be serious and imposing, and Gallivan seemed far too haphazard to give anyone that impression. Then again, Cash was a little haphazard, too. Maybe that was just how Quidditch worked, as a career.
Ford shrugged, deciding to say nothing at all, and chose a piece to move.
Ford shrugged, deciding to say nothing at all, and chose a piece to move.
Set by Lady!