"About Quidditch Dad. And we are on the same team." Now the Defense League was serious, even if it posed as a game. Not that she still didn't want to win. "I wonder if he knows some extra spells or hexes, his Uncle is Head Auror and his Dad's an Auror too, right?" That would be outstanding if it were so.
Her face contorted as she bit down on a yawn. Sleep was not something she wanted, not with the nightmares she'd had the past two nights. Staying up and reading was the plan, if she could. Who needed sleep anyway? Food didn't sound that appealing either.
"You're not going to Uncle Terry's tonight." She meant it to be an observation, but was chagrined to hear it come out as a plea Or maybe if he did, he could take her with him. She already knew if he went to his office over the weekend, she was going with him. It could have been him.