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She'd played Quidditch at Hogwarts for five years and led up her team for two of those; she had received an offer--from the magpies or the bats or someone else (she couldn't really remember)--but she didn't want the game to be her life. She'd kept track of things while growing up; having your life in the spotlight for everyone to analyze wasn't her cup of tea. So she had sympathy for most players when it came to the aftermath of their career choice. She didn't read gossip magazines, she didn't beg for autographs when she saw someone familiar out in Diagon. Besides, if she were really antsy about that sort of thing, she could probably ask Griff to take care of it for her. The only team she made an exception to her fan girl clause for was the Cannons, and that was easily justified by the fact that not many were so taken with them.

"I have to admit, I hoped that the next time we spoke would be much more exciting for me. Not that ice cream all over clothing isn't exciting," she replied with a smile, "But you crushed my dreams, my friend. Well...your team did, rather. I was hoping for a Cannons upset, you see." There was something enthralling about the underdog to Nora.

"Are you?" she asked curiously as they moved forward in the line. She wondered how close they were; obviously not as close as he was to that man. Just a Quidditch thing or perhaps they had known each other in school? Were they so close that Griff had told him about their situation, with the baby and everything? "I don't think you've come up in conversation yet. But it's interesting to know nonetheless." She gave him a sympathetic smile. "I read about the uh...rumor...in the Prophet. I wouldn't fancy having to constantly deal with the public in that sort of sense."