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Savannah Davies ([info]jot_it_down) wrote in [info]valesco,
She thought it was endearing, the way he was trying to make a joke which bombed so terribly. She smiled, and then canted her head a little to the side. “I suppose…but an already saturated sponge isn’t exactly the best thing to use to clean up other messes. I’d consider that a little counter productive, wouldn’t you?” Her smile got a little broader, and she shifted her weight as her ankles crossed under her chair. She gnawed at the corner of her lip again as he sounded optimistic about her chances of getting into the ministry, and appreciated how delicately he approached the subject of a pay cut. Compared to him, she made considerably less, though she did have a lot of money in her account thanks to certain unfortunate circumstances: her divorce.

Savannah had to let out a small snicker at the mention of ‘no drama’, but tried to pass it off as her clearing her throat, rolling her lips under. “Sorry, it’s just…hearing the words ‘no drama’ while talking about Quidditch isn’t necessarily what I’m used to….” In her experience, the Quidditch world was full of nothing but drama. Her eyes disconnected from his, reaching out to grab her glass of wine, taking a much needed sip before the waiter sidled up to their table. He asked her if they were interested in any appetizers, or drinks – Savannah, who was still set with her wine, dismissed the offer with a ‘no thank you’, but waited for Geoff to speak up before the two of them were left by themselves again.

Her eyes were back on his. “Your sister plays for the Magpies, if I remember correctly?” Of course she did – how could she forget any of the players who were on that team? “They were fantastic during the playoffs. It’s a shame what happened to them on the way back to the locker room, though…”

Or, what happened to most of them, at least…

The bitter thoughts were kept in her head, and she continued on.

“Is your sister alright? I mean…I know the hex wasn’t necessarily harmful on a physical level, but I’m sure it must have been damaging to a person’s self esteem, at least….even after such a win.” She twisted her lips again, emoting genuine sympathy towards Maggie and the other player’s situation.


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