Re: Savannah/Jamie
"Sounds like someone has a selective memory," Jamie replied with a laugh. Honestly, he couldn't remember half the games he'd played in school. He made the team first year because it was expected. He played well because he wouldn't be the famous son who failed to live up to his parents' legacies. He remembered the highlights, the moments on the pitch that meant something. But, the game itself had never meant much to him, not the way it did to Savannah. "I'm not nice enough for Hufflepuff, as I will prove as soon as I go gloat at James about not learning much from the old timers."
Snorting, he shook his head. "Don't encourage him." It was one thing for Harry to be fearless on the pitch. Hell, Jamie could understand that. But, it never stayed on the pitch. It always extended into everything. If it meant throwing his life away for it, Harry Potter would jump in with both feet and righteousness wrapped around him like a cloak. "I would have liked to see him go pro like Mum." Maybe if he had, things would have been better...or worse, given the suspicions Jamie had about their marriage, his conception, and this new thing with Malfoy.