Re: Potters/Wright/Winters
"Rose and a boy?" James laughed, trying to imagine the girl being more interested in some bloke rather than finding someone to talk Quidditch with. "Yeah, probably a broom."
Michael snorted from his spot near the window. He didn't look up from his book, but he did frown slightly. "Not everything revolves around Quidditch, you know. Maybe it was a boy."
James rolled his eyes, but didn't reply. Michael was probably only playing devil's advocate because he hadn't gotten on the team. Not that he'd tried, but all the same.