Re: Thad & Dagny
She pouted a little as his hand left her back, enjoying the casual touch and the sight of that familiar crooked grin that she loved so much.
Naturally, the bludgers started whizzing around faster once Dagny had picked up the bat, so it wasn't simply a case of just striking a stationary ball. So when she finally struck one on her seventh attempt, Dagny threw her arms up in the air with a triumphant "Yes!", her glee multiplying when the bludger actually took out the largest, most obvious target.
It was the only one she hit in the end, the sudden rush from getting one shot on target making her laugh too much to swing the bat with much force. Her one fallen Quidditch player earned her the smallest of the available prizes and it didn't take Dagny long to pick one out from the selection of small, squishy plushies that were supposed to be Quidditch mascots.
Dagny held out her trophy to Thad, smirking as she presented him with a pudgy black and white bird that fit on the palm of her hand. "A magpie for my Magpie."