Everyone has their own place," he commented, emphasizing the last part. "Even if they don't know it yet."

Tessa scowled as if she knew what he was thinking.  "Good thing we both know our place then.  Mine, for example, is playing Quidditch, long after you're too old and fat to do so."

"The game could be judged just with a time limit and scores,"

"It could."  Tessa allowed with a drawl of her own.  "I suppose you could take out the flying too.  Make it easy on yourself.  Have muggles chasing each other 'round on mops.  Maybe they'd even still let you play. I know how important inclusion is to you."

"It's not like could even play my position on the field,
 
"As I said, if you would I wouldn't need to.  And don't tell me you think you could catch the snitch.  You don't have the finesse."

"What's a matter, Greengrass? Agitated?"


"Mmm. Today?  No, today I'm feeling plum cheerful, thanks."  After all, they had won.  "Might even give you a chance to back up that mouth."  She shrugged.  "There's a ball fluttering back there by the goal post."  She flipped in the air and sped back in the opposite direction.  "Here's a tip Mr. Beater.  You won't catch it if you're behind me."

She wasn't entirely sure he'd even fly with her.  Ashby was as opposed to playing with girls now as he had been ten years ago.  He and Daniel would both tell her to go away, fly off without her, send her snipe hunting.  She had to wonder now if there'd been a deeper purpose to these play dates, before they'd gotten hurt and she'd gotten sick and the whole world had turned up on it's head.  Even if there had been, she'd certainly dodged the wand when it came to those two, especially if Ashby still thought she'd give up Quidditch for..anything else.

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