"Right," Ginny said. She always forgot that bit. What mother would prefer Slytherin over Hufflepuff anyway? Weird ones, that was what.
"You would totally be approved as my... well, not sister, because if either of my parents did that I'd yell at them until my voice gave out. But cousin, or something. Not that friend doesn't cut it."
She drank some more beer. She still hadn't quite turned Smith's suggestion over in her head. You couldn't be rational when it came to your national team. She might even make captain if she went with Wales, but England? Yeah. Home.
"I've a teammate who's Irish, right? She's lived in England since she was five, still wouldn't go with England. Not even if it killed her. Reckon I'm the same. Wales is awesome, yeah, but it's not England."