Miles wasn't terribly impressed by the Quidditch revelation. He was relatively known as a player. Not a super star or anything, but some people knew who he was sometimes. Of course, those people were usually in Montrose where he played. He frowned a little bit as she kept talking. He did like to swim and he boxed when the inclination struck him. If she hadn't dropped his hand when she did, he would have pulled it back. He looked at his hand. "You could not tell all that from my hand," he said, watching as she went through the albums. He wiped his hand on his trousers, as if there had been something there she might have read. He was a little nervous now.
"So you just went and pulled some albums based on the fact that I might play Quidditch and like to swim?" Miles asked, holding his hand out for the albums. "If it wasn't even a proper reading, these could just be guesses."