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"Oh. Well...either way, don't worry about it."

It was nice to see the girl smile for once, since she had been sort of antsy and fidgety since she had ruined his shirt. "Most people do...which isn't as great as some people might imagine it to be. And you're right about me getting the right person. But Nora's not exactly a common name, so I took my chances." He shook her hand, dropping his own back down to his side once she had let go. It really wasn't hard to forget someone like Nora, since she had basically told him that she really didn't even give a damn what happened to his team during play-offs. Or, well, maybe she phrased it a bit better than that, but it was basically the same message. But, Jones didn't really care. Well...of course he cared but he didn't take it to heart, like other players on his team might have. It was one fan! And besides, he was sure that she cared at least a LITTLE bit, even if it was caring whether they lost or not to the team she actually did care about.

"Well, I have a feeling I would have bumped into you sooner or later...only I would have tried to be less litteral about it. I'm actually really good friends with Griff Kirkam." He tried to think back on what Greer had told him. Of course, Griff had mentioned Nora to him, but because the two Quidditch players hardly had time to see eachother he hadn't gotten the chance to meet the girl yet. It was a little but funny, that Nora had told off Jones, who could be the one Puddlemere player her boyfriend ( or, well, as far as he knew... ) was good friends with. It was ironic, actually. A bit funny in his opinion. Which could explain why he couldn't stop giving her a smirk, which was boardering on a smile.