Evenings in front of the fire were lovely, anything was lovely with Fawn, but Hunter would always prefer the summer. At least at the house, it didn't feel so much like the weather was turning against him, but at school the frigid temperatures made it feel as though he was barred indoors. It had always felt that way, and he was loathe to find out how his change would effect the feeling.
"I hope it's France," Hunter replied, taking one of the containers of peaches and popping the lid off. The syrup was cool to the touch and he fished out a slice with his fingers.
"Not because I give a whit about quidditch, but just because everyone else seems to want America to win."