For a moment, Kerrigan was certain he was going to say 'Quidditch'. She lifted her brow just a fraction, leaned forward, and then...quintessentially?
While he went on about the football match he'd supposedly attended, Kerrigan tried to pull up whatever facts she had on the matter. "You were just there in March?" she then asked. "I thought that match was a draw?"
Bless her dumb brothers. Bless herself for having a keen memory, too, because she had just properly shocked herself with remembering such a detail. Brandon was either going to be duly impressed or embarrassed that she had caught him in a lie. But if she had caught him in a lie, she would know for certain he was a wizard. And when one lied to hide their magical status, it was a lie easily forgiven. She wasn't worried at all.
He stared at her, feeling as if he was caught in a lie, and his blood began pumping. His palms started to get sweaty, and he was sure there was at least one bead of sweat on his forehead. "Did I say when I was there," he asked aloud, forcing the smile to remain bolted into place. "I don't think I did," he answered himself, now starting to feel more calm. "I'm pretty sure it was actually April," he concluded, nodding to himself. "Yeah, it was April. Beginning of," he tacked on. "So if I had said when I was there, I understand why you might have thought March." He forced a laugh and glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone else had been listening.
Men were absolutely ignorant. Didn't they know that women could spot a falsehood from a mile away? Kerrigan watched him and when he lied yet again, she knew. She knew she had caught him and she smiled. "The last time England played in Italy was in March," she pointed out. He couldn't have gone in April if they hadn't played in April. Honestly, the man should work on a convincing lie if he was going to offer them. "Why don't you tell me about the Quidditch match you saw, instead?" She asked this with a knowing smile, eyes sparkling with amusement. No one else was sitting nearby, nor was anyone paying them any attention.
"Was it March?" He had started. "I could've sworn it was---" He froze for a moment. She had asked him about the Quidditch Match he had seen instead. He stared at her, completely taken aback. This woman was not, in fact, a muggle, as he had originally thought. He was baffled. Then again, witches and wizards that were spending time in the Muggle world shouldn't look any different than the muggles they're surrounded by. At least that was the accepted rule. He knew there were exceptions, but not many of his kind liked to walk around in robes and be stared at every day. He blinked a few times, trying to process and think of what he was going to say next.
"Well, I was playing, actually. Alternate. Didn't see any play time. What--How did you know," he said, changing the subject. The fact he had sat on the bench the entire game was still a sore subject for him. He hated the fact he was considered one of the best seekers in his league, yet wouldn't even be bothered to play for his country in the playoffs for the World Cup. "It was the 'quintessentially', wasn't it," he asked, chuckling. "My mouth moves faster than my brain sometimes."
"Oh, very nice," Kerrigan replied with a smile when he finally came forward with the truth. There was no hint of irritation on her pleasant face - if anything, she was amused at his sad attempt to lie. "Mm, you were either a wizard or a liar and I chose to believe the best of you. But yes, quintessentially helped to tip the scales a bit." Her eyes danced at him, a smile lingering at her lips.
They were interrupted by the waiter delivering their beverages and some complimentary bread and Kerrigan thanked him before looking back to Brandon. "What team are you playing for?" she asked him.
The moment she asked about his team, his eyes lit up. There was a reason he had dedicated every fiber of his being to becoming a professional Quidditch player. Ever since he could ride a broom, he had been obsessed with the sport. He watched every game he could go to, he had tried out for the Slytherin team every year until, finally, in his fourth year, he had been picked once their old seeker had graduated. Then, as soon as his homework was finished, he would send an owl to Professor Slughorn in an attempt to get permission to practice on the field. Rain or shine, he would ride his broom, throwing snitch-sized stones as hard as he could, and chase them, doing all he could to make sure they ended up in the palm of his hand. He had even broken a few bones doing it.
"I play internationally now," he started, the smile on his face widening. "I tried out for all the teams here," he began, holding himself back from naming them all. "Then, I decided that the United States has an up-and-coming league that hasn't progressed quite as much as the European market, so I tried there." He chuckled. "I tried everywhere you'd think of. Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, even Dallas. The team that wanted me is based out of the northern woods of the state of Wisconsin." He chuckled again. "Small little town of less than twenty five hundred people, Hayward. We're the Wisconsin Wolves." He smiled even brighter. "Just got back this morning, actually. Shortly before running into you, in fact."
Teegan: For anyone not on the discord, the group thread has been started in the "Other Locations" board
May 23, 2018 2:17:56 GMT -5
Teegan: A year, a month, and three days since the last shout. Still love you all! Hope we could someday find some free time in our crazy lives to get back here. Love this place!
Jun 26, 2019 19:45:26 GMT -5