"Yeah. I'm doing it," Taff replied with a roll of his eyes, typical seventeen year old's attitude to school and the work he was forced to do every day which, in the long run, was never as hard as a proper working day.
"Sinistra's still being a bitch, but everything else is ok. We had the quidditch tryouts and now I have a team so I can start training them. Our first match is against Hufflepuff..." He chattered on, barely noticing how excited his tone seemed to get as he touched the topic of Quidditch.
In his dreams, Taff was good enough to play professionally. He earned what professional quidditch players earned, and every exclusive photo went to his brother. And they were happy and rich. "You know one day I'm going to play for England right?" He said finally as their food arrived. He spooned the ice cream off the top of his float and held it out for his brother, "I only like it when it's melted into the butterbeer.."