"Since Istanbul?" Thomas inquired as he took hold of the chip. Nacho. Fajacho? The smell was more than enough for him to drop his apple onto the counter and soon he was crunching away at the delectable concoction. Thomas' eyes went wide as he chewed and he nodded in approval, "If this quidditch thing doesn't work out, at least you've got a back up plan."
He swallowed the nacho and reached for another, but he wasn't distracted enough by the delicious taste to have completely missed Kendall's highly interesting piece of news.
"Since Istanbul?" Thomas repeated, intrigued. His love life had suffered a great deal because of the Euro Cup, but he was finding that the weight of a relationship, no matter how relaxed it had been, was not missed by his shoulders. Maybe he was just meant to be alone, at least for the foreseeable future. Things were just easier that way. "Is she a player? I can't believe you haven't told me."
The talk of the pitch could wait, though Thomas itched to get further into detail He had wanted his own practice pitch since his sister refused to let him fly on hers. Thomas used to release her bludgers in the middle of the night to make a mess of things, but he was going to make sure that no one could cause such problems on his.
Plus, his sister wouldn't be invited to fly, anyway.
"Is she a player? A fan?" Thomas grimaced at the last bit, hoping that Kendall would have the good sense to avoid keeping things up with a groupie.
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