It was the first time he felt that Miss Blackwood had shown her actual personality, and Atticus chuckled quietly. He’d heard rumblings here and there about the Blackwood involvement in quidditch, although it wasn’t something he followed too closely. He’d gone to most of the games at Hogwarts and to the cup when Hogsmeade had hosted some years ago, but he couldn’t recall making Quidditch a priority for a while. He may have gone to a game here and there with a friend or when a younger cousin begged him to, but he hadn't ventured to one on his own. But now that Atticus had attained his childhood home and began the renovations on it, it was time to find something new to spend his time on.

He smiled then, finding his gaze back toward her. “I’ve been looking at the Howlers. I hadn’t even considered the Magpies.” The Howlers were much more local than Scotland, and given how new they were, the team could go in any direction. He just wasn’t sure if he was cut out to be a sponsor for anything like that, but Atticus was willing to give it a go. Then she was speaking about the derby, and Atticus nodded. “I had every intention of going to the derby, but meeting some of the owners wouldn’t be a bad way to spend the day, either.” He hummed. Seeing if he could get along with the other owners and perhaps see what he’d be getting himself into was a good idea - a trial run, of sorts.

Atticus looked back at the woman in front of him. “And who do you root for, Miss Blackwood?” He couldn’t help but offer another smile at her, discovering it nice to find some sort of common ground between them, even if it was shaky at best.

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