Angelina Johnson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fiercebird) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Angie wasn't really surprised when he guessed her identity with such conviction. She'd already let on that she was a Gryffindor, played Quidditch and her skin coloring wasn't at all hidden by her dress. "At the moment you're interesting enough, mostly because I'm still trying to figure out who-"
She cut herself off as she thought about it. She could rule out easily who he wasn't, and that helped narrow the field, so to speak. Logic wasn't her strongest suit but she thought she could employ some here. Or maybe it was wishful thinking that had her hoping the masked man was one of the few Slytherins who played fairly and thus was someone she didn't detest. She though if he was employed by the ministry - by a proper ministry - that he would at least be fair.
But it was actually that stubborn jaw jutting out beneath the mask that seemed familiar. That jaw and that hair. Then suddenly it clicked. It had only been one year, but Warrington had been a memorable player. Tough, talented, but fair. Slytherin had needed more players like him, though if they had, winning the cup would have been far more difficult. She wondered if he still had that sloth-like cast to his features, around that jaw that hadn't fit his face back then. "You don't give me enough credit Warrington," she replied, only about 85% sure that was actually him. She sounded confident enough though.