"But they'd be fools to ignore you, and even though most of them are blockheaded prats with more skull than brains ..." Most of the weren't fools, unfortunately. Rhydian echoed his laugh for a moment, smiling down at his glass. "You look no worse for wear, anyway." He looked very well, actually, and even better now that he was smiling and a little more forthcoming. He was a professional, of course, so of course this would be his passion.
That was a good thing. Not just because Quidditch was one of Rhydian's more intense interests, but because ... people with intense interests were the only ones he could ever hope to relate to. "I hope someone crushes them this year, anyway."