"A poor bat indeed. Its hard to think about playing without it." Which was very much true. To Fred, having to use another bat was almost like having to use another players broom--it was foreign in a way that Fred wasnt willing to participate in, and maybe, just maybe it was able to be salvaged.
The laugh that bubbled up from him was more than familiar--it was nearly a staple of his personality. A time without a grin and a laugh from Fred was a strange time indeed. "You caught me. Your dust is delicious, I can hardly deny it." He said as he held the door to the shop open for her, shaking his head as he did. "I'll catch you one day. Its useless to try to fight it."