Re: Mary, Xeno
"See, I knew that..." he muttered. And he had. He had known that she was a Gryffindor. He glared at the floor briefly. He didn't remember a great deal about people. Facts he understood, were things that he could easily remember, but people were confusing, always changing. Even things like what house someone was in, he had a rough time. People from his own house even. He'd stopped paying attention when he'd realized he was useless at it.
He looked at her face. Gryffindor. He'd make an effort to remember that in future.
"Quidditch?" he asked, blinking as he pulled himself out of his head. He tried to smile. "Not so much. I get the concept, but not the thrall. Why is it so exciting to watch people fly around on brooms, trowing a ball through hoops, and getting knocked off their brooms and horribly injured?"
He paused. "Do you like Quidditch? Maybe you can explain it to me."