Adrian threw his head back and laughed. Women were nothing but fucking trouble but damned if a good shag wasn't worth it. Course, he wasn't Warrington. He drew the line somewhere. Shagging the commissioner's daughter on his desk was just bloody stupid. "As long as they know what to do with their mouths..."
He stood up, stretching his long body and rolling his neck. "Come on," he said, throwing a galleon down on the table. "Let's go talk to Warrington."
Thinking about what Flint said about Wood was interesting. "The entire notion that Wood would retire from Quidditch is just bloody mental." His reputation in Hogwarts was one thing but when he went professional... "Find out," he said. He wanted the best. Wood, the last he heard, was the best. "If we're going to be taken serious Marcus..."
Hogwarts looked the same. A little worn from the battle but just how he remembered it. Warrington was probably on the pitch. "Bloody jackass."