"Good. I slept in on accident. I think I forgot to set my alarm," Brad laughed lightly, offering Iris his elbow for her to take before they set off at a slow pace, walking toward the pitch. The game was still not for a little while, so they could take a walk around the grounds and then find seats. "The game? Uh, I guess. I'm not really into quidditch, I don't really fly. In fact, it's my worst subject in training. Brooms are just kind of, uh, unnatural to me. I grew up with my muggle mother, and although I knew of the wizarding world through my father, I didn't really know uh, well anything that went on. I practically read myself into exhaustion my first couple months here at Hogwarts, trying to learn everything I could about the world I now belonged to. And then I spent my second and third years trying to find out if I had any family, but yeah, so I'm not the biggest fan of quidditch, but most of my friends played on the team, so I went to my fair share," Brad bit his lip and tried not to feel embarrassed that he'd just blurted all of that out over a comment about quidditch.
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