Devin still glanced at Roze's hair every so often as the group started to talk about quidditch. He understood the basics just like Jake seemed to grasp baseball. "That is a start." He said cheerfully to the magic borns survey of baseball. He dipped his knife into the chocolate whip and then started to wash the knife over a piece of bread. He wished he had been able to get some peanut butter as well but it was crazy expensive on this side of the Atlantic. 

Devin had consumed every bit of knowledge about the sport and was proficient enough to know the positions he was even up to,date on some of the teams that play with his family being fans of the United team Jake mentioned. He was confident in his athletic ability with muggle sports but the thought of flying around had him on edge. Devin even got a chance to ride a broom though he didn't trust himself on it. Still it was healthy competition and it got him excited.

"The beaters are the enforcers of the team like in hockey." He said thinking it was a better connection to a muggle sport. "Keeper is the same as a goalie in hockey and soccer. Chasers are the forwards or strikers depending on how they position themselves on the field and the keeper is in a league of their own." Devin then muttered another comment though not loudly. "Though that shouldn't be how they play."

He could hear himself fall into his excited sports tone so Devin pulled back somewhat. He was self aware enough to sometimes catch himself before he went too far and being surrounded by a magical train still had him pretty self conscious. "I would be comfortable with being a keeper as well." It was the managing position. A role Devin had played in nearly every sport he played. He was a point guard in his coed basketball team. Catcher in his colt league baseball team and goalie on his hockey team. If he could he would have had a longer list, but there are only some many seasons in a sports year.

As he heard the two talk about speed Devin couldn't help but turn commentator. "Speed isn't important for those positions. It's reflexes and hand eye coordination. As he looked the two up and down he could already tell he was assessing them the way he would his friends when picking teams for a pickup game. "If I were to place you I would put you at forward midfielder." He said pointing to Jake. "And you I would want playing Seeker. My way not the positions way..." His tone went low like he was continuing the thought but in his mind. He snapped out of it and apologized. 

"Sorry. I really like sports..." Devin didn't blush but he did feel like he made the room awkward. He glanced out the window for a moment to see the rush of green hillsides fly by.