Charlotte Irene (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} awsugar) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco,@ 2015-07-11 16:23:00 |
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“I hope I didn’t bore you to terribly much,” Lottie said as they walked out of the pitch. She tried, honestly tried to tone down her enthusiasm because she was fully aware that Quidditch was not Hudson’s thing. It was different when she was on his radio show, there were plenty of other things that distracted her from talking too much. At the game though? Well, she had tried. Perhaps inviting him to a game hadn’t been the best of ideas.
She tried to talk about Arista at first because she was Hudson’s friend and Lottie honestly thought she was a fantastic player, so she started by pointing out things that Hudson might notice. That bled into her voicing her curiosity as to why nearly half the Pride had moved to the Magpies and asking if Hudson would mind introducing her to Arista. All in all, she realized she had talked much more than she had intended. She had fun though, Lottie enjoyed explaining things about the game. She loved talking about it. Lottie just hoped that he had fun as well.
She stopped walking once they were far enough to not block the exit. “Thanks for waiting while I got a few quick quotes.” Lottie rocked on her heels, clasping her hands behind her back. When she asked him to come with her, she had hoped that it could be something more, or at least perhaps a step anyways. Except she wasn’t sure if that had come across, or what should she should do next.
“It’s not too late yet, want to go get a drink? I promise we can talk about something other than quidditch.”