"We could have placed bets on which of the aforementioned angry ex-girlfriends would win in a cat fight." She knew losing to the Arrows had been disappointing, but that didn't change the fact that he had played extremely well throughout the entire season. She was extremely proud of him, though she knew nothing she could say would really make up for losing the cup. She didn't have anything that could be considered an equivalent goal to reach in her career, but she had been friends with Rich and Griff long enough to know how much hard work they put in every year.
Lowering herself down into her seat, she took another sip of her wine before placing it down on the table, giving him her full attention as he spoke. Her lips curled upwards at his prediction, her free hand reaching out to take some of his golden strands between her fingertips, playing with the ends. "I'm actually going to miss it a little bit," she admitted. "It suits you. What I'm not going to miss is the way you shed during the winter," she teased with another grin, lowering her hand to absentmindedly adjust his tie. "I'm convinced you're part dog. If anyone should ever want to make a polyjuice potion and wear your face - and such a very nice face it is - they would have to look no further than our living room to get what they would need."
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