Vera had little by way of ambitions for her husband, she didn't need, or indeed particularly want a husband who was more concerned with his own power than their power, having been long convinced that the sort of power wielded by being rich and interesting was to be much preferred to that of say Olivia Prendergast or Lucius Lestrange, which was by fear and power of intimidation. She didn't want to be able to ruin others, but did want her social profile to be the talk of the season.

A Quidditch sponser - now that was promising. 'Oh you should!' she enthused, her interest and excitement genuine. She often thought that if she had been a male she might have gone out for Quidditch as a second born and would certainly have been a sponsor had she been an eldest male. 'The Howlers and the Magpies are both in desperate need of new hands at the helm' her father would financially support the worst team in the league every year, but he did it for the love of the sport and not for any particular interest in financial returns from his investment. For as many Gallivans, who saw the team as a cash cow, an equal number, owning a team as a status symbol, a way to flex ones wealth and social status, even though there were financial dividends to be had from team ownership if they did well.

'I'm sure you'd be a great deal of fun in the owner circles, you should go in with us on the Derby' she suggested, although not a quidditch event, it would be a good chance for him, 'The Blackwoods host most years, most of the Quidditch owners will be in the upper circle with us, it would give you a chance to see if the others are really your set?' Most of the quidditch owners, and those involved in the industry formed a social circle onto themselves, by taking on a team he would almost certainly become part of the set, not that that would be a bad thing, Mister Foxwood was proving himself to be more than capable of holding his own.

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