"It's also like, horrifically violent," Sadie pointed out, rolling her eyes about Quidditch. It didn't help that she was terrified of heights. She had spent her flying lessons desperately trying to get away with not flying, and had managed a decent job of it thus far. She suspected Madame Hooch was aware of her self-sabotage, and Sadie wasn't sure how much longer the hawk-eyed woman would let her get away with it. "Hard pass."

As George asked about sports she was interested in, Sadie bounced back with a grin.

"I really like tennis! My mum and I are big fans of the Williams' sisters. They're incredible, literally the best players ever! I'm not very good at playing, but it's so fun to watch."

It took Sadie a couple of moments to piece together what George was talking about. It was adorable, really, the way he described the real world. Perhaps it was unfair to think of it like that, but she suspected the wixen world would always feel more like a vacation than her own life.

Sadie giggled as Seine burst into laughter. Their amusement wasn't mean spirited, but she did feel a tinge of guilt as George's face turned pink. Her tone was gentler as she spoke up. "You're talking about darts. It's more of a pub game than anything else. You're trying to throw darts at specific numbers so they can sum up and get your score down to zero. I mean like, it's kind of a sport, but it's not super popular. We're more into like football and rugby." She wrinkled her nose, shrugging her shoulders. "They're okay, I guess. Brennan played a lot of rugby with some of the other boys in the village when we were kids and never let me join, so it kind of soured me on it. That jerk."