"I'm not all surprised to be related to a Slytherin," Emma admitted. "Mum idolized them, yeah? And she thought I ought to be one, which s shite, because could you see me in that house? But I knew my dad was a pureblood, and well, they've got them in spades. Still not sure where the hair came from." She twisted a lock around her fingertip. "Mum was blonde and I'm betting so's Isaac's dad. Since I guess he and Isolde are."
She laughed at Ginny's comment about stray Weasleys and had to admit, "I thought about it, yeah? I mean, redhead and all, but not the same as you lot, and besides, your dad's brill and would never even think about stepping out around your mum. So see, Slytherin it is... he had to be powerful enough and fit enough to attract my mum, and bastard enough to have an affair."
She blinked, frowning. "Why would you want to play for Wales? I mean, if you just wanted to play, yeah, that'd be different, but isn't the whole point to play for England and all?"