"Oh yeah," Terrence said, starting to laugh. So that was why her name was familiar, why she looked the slightest bit familiar. "Nah, I quit, so they could find someone who liked losing to Potter. Once our glory days were over, I wasn't having a part of it."
His first and second years had been utterly brilliant, with Slytherin taking home the Quidditch and House Cup, but after that, it had all gone downhill. Maybe if he'd gotten selected for the Triwizard Tournament he wouldn't have cared, but as it was, his school years were behind him.
Closing the door behind her, he gestured for her to have a seat, and offered her one of the sticks he'd transfigured for marshmallow roasting. "So you went on to play pro? That's pretty sweet."