Arran // Hermione
"It could be that," Arran agreed, because he did want to see the whole performance. "But it'd be a shame for anyone to get injured, too." And maybe that he was more aware of when he was in the presence of the athletes, rather than just watching them on television. Perhaps it had something to do with the sports he watched not, usually, being live. He frowned when Hermione said she'd never hoped to see anyone trip. He could have sworn they'd had a conversation along those lines, but perhaps he was misremembering, or confusing two different things. It didn't matter. "I'm sure there are," he said, because Hermione was quite right that there must be competitions. "It's human nature, isn't it? We want to know who is the very, very best, or what the greatest possible achievement is." If there was a competition specifically for keepers, Arran would certainly enter, if only to find out where he ranked.
Arran scratched behind his ear as he tried to remember how he'd felt to receive his first offer. "Not as excited as Celia," he answered. "But I'm not sure I've been as excited as anything in my life as Celia is about a nice cup of tea, so it's not really a fair comparison." He was exaggerating, of course, but Celia was very excitable, while Arran on the whole tended to be more laid back. "I was only offered a place on the reserves," he said. "And I was frustrated, because I knew things could have gone differently if quidditch hadn't been cancelled for the Triwizard Tournament." The gala had come so quickly after his letters that he'd still been annoyed, though Roger had done what he could to cheer him out of it.