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Rose!
Keeper was the one position that Thomas was not keen on. He hadn't had much practice in it since Hogwarts, and when he took his own Keeper's spot while she was on break, the rest of the team would wail on him without remorse. He flew with a pretty intense pack of women.

So, when he and Rose had somehow ended up playing Keepers for a miniature Q.U.A.I.L. match (and it was honestly miniature, as the children were at most six years old), it had taken Thomas a few minutes to realize that he did not have to perform at his best, but was allowed simply to have fun. He didn't deal with children often! He was ten when his niece was born and spent most of her childhood in Hogwarts, but the little ones were telling such peculiar tales that Thomas couldn't help but find himself behaving in just as silly of a manner.

Goals flew by him and were even helped along with a quick tap of his broomstick, and soon there was a celebration of cupcakes and apple juice. Thomas, never one to miss a cupcake, walked up to Rose, taking a large bite out of his dessert.

"I would be a terrible little league coach," he admitted, shaking his head. Even though he'd played to entertain the kids, he had been unable to stop his wincing at how very, very badly they all were on their brooms. "They'd have to kick me off the pitch, I think."