"Oh," Ford said, feeling mildly chastised by this new knowledge. A too-young man taking over his father's legacy: Ford understood that. Not that he'd been mean to Gallivan, or anything, but had he known he would have been more empathetic. There was nothing easy about trying to fill someone's shoes after they were gone, particularly if you hadn't expected to put those particular shoes on for another decade at least. The least Ford could do was to not be dismissive of whatever efforts Gallivan was making, particularly when he knew so little about Quidditch in the first place.
"When did that happen?" he asked. While he spoke he considered a piece, chose a different one to move, and immediately regretted it. The first piece would have been a better strategy. If he was lucky maybe Cash wouldn't notice, but it seemed unlikely since he'd flinched the moment he'd realized.
"When did that happen?" he asked. While he spoke he considered a piece, chose a different one to move, and immediately regretted it. The first piece would have been a better strategy. If he was lucky maybe Cash wouldn't notice, but it seemed unlikely since he'd flinched the moment he'd realized.
Set by Lady!