Atticus nodded his head as he smiled at her. “Thank you, Miss Blackwood. I would be honored to join and see what everything is about. I do think I know a few of them, at least in passing.” He spent a lot of time at societal events - there weren’t very many people he didn’t know in one way or another. He wasn’t worried about getting along with people; he knew his faults but Attics wouldn’t deem himself as a terrible person who people actively avoided. If anything, this would just broaden his circle of people he might seek out for conversation.

He chuckled quietly as she explained she didn’t have a team she rooted for, and it was refreshing to see how she just enjoyed the sport. “Games are something much different than dances and dinners. Sometimes it’s nice to be able to enjoy yourself without worrying about what others think. I don’t particularly have a team I root for, either. Although I suspect you knew as much.” One wrong move by a quidditch player may lose them the game, but he wouldn’t say it would ruin a life. Not in the same way a debutante would ruin hers if she were to do something severely wrong, even if it was something as simple as wandering away from her chaperone. Of course there were the exceptions, as he recalled one player recently, Astorwood or something like that who had deliberately thrown a bludger at someone and the injuries had ruined their career. He had almost ruined his own career too.

“It’s set then, Miss Blackwood. I will owl you for details when the time comes. I daresay, I will enjoy seeing you there.” Atticus tipped his teacup in her direction before taking a sip. This tea certainly wasn’t turning out how he expected, and he was quite alright with that.

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