"Oh, but you're much smarter," Arran objected, which... might have been true. It wasn't as if they'd ever measured. "So you'll be able to save me from all sorts of fiendish things that brute strength couldn't possibly handle. It's very comforting." The caves weren't too busy, so they could walk as slowly as they liked through the first cavern, looking at the stalagmites and stalactites that created a sort of eerie column effect.
He nodded in response to Lydia's question. "I have." It had been really, really nice to go out and do things that weren't just quidditch-related. During the season, he'd been single minded about his career to a point he usually wasn't. It was, in part, because he didn't want to think about Roger, or about how he was no longer doing fun things with Roger. It had also paid off by putting him on the World Cup reserves, but Arran knew he couldn't live like that every year. "I made a new friend, and she's been taking me to all the ridiculous muggle sports we can think of, and I brought her to the - gala." Almost said 'quidditch gala' there, but Arran had caught himself in time. "It was really good this year. Circus-themed.
"You mentioned a new job," Arran remembered. "What exactly will you be doing now?" Probably Lydia had mentioned that somewhere, but Arran couldn't remember and he had no shame about asking. Lydia hardly expected her to remember every detail of her job description.