Adrian hadn't played quidditch in years, but he thought that this was a: a very good opportunity to do so and b: a rather nice thought. It would take people's minds off the funeral that had just occurred and give them a pleasant reminder of the day. He had signed up for Roger's team, not aware how it very nearly seemed to come down to boys versus girls once on the pitch. He was used to playing against some of them though, and while he'd never played alongside roger, or actually Cade, for that matter since they hadn't been on the team at the same time, he still felt like he was slipping into old comfortable shoes.
Then they were in the air and the quaffle was up. The wind rushed through Adrian's hair, making his old Slytherin robe billow out behind him. He may not have been as good a player as he'd been back in school, but he was determined not to be a slouch.