Richard Harrington Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_richard) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Rich chuckled softly. "Not the die-hard Quidditch fan, I'm afraid. Especially after the pasting the Falcons got last season. But the big broom races will be coming around fairly soon. Looking forwards to blowing a little of the stuffy dust off then."
He shrugged, changing the subject to something more appropriate to the occasion. "How are things with Marcus? Sorry to say we weren't really close at school, but I know this sort of thing can be hard on anybody." Like when his younger brother had been killed in a random Death Eater attack during the war. At least then there was revenge, and then doing his part to fight against He-Who-Pushes-Up-Daisies minions to keep him sane - or Danish, anyway. This was just nature taking its course; there was nothing really to be done but go on.