Quidditch again. Sadie perked up. Brennan hadn’t explained it much, mostly because mum tended to fuss over the stories of his injuries, but she had gathered that it was deeply important to him. He’d mentioned broomsticks and that it made football look positively glacial in pace. 

“That’d be brilliant,” Seine lit up, a toothy grin crossing his face. Sadie smiled, tucking her hair behind an ear. The World Cup… that sounded like fun, even if the sport was still a mystery to her. Maybe there was a book on it in the library? She’d have to investigate. First thing after class today, she was going to find this magical place and devour its secrets.

“Wow,” she beamed, nodding enthusiastically. “That would be incredible. Thanks!”

George asked about Herbology. Seine shrugged, draining his pumpkin juice. “Sort of. My mum says it starts slow, but that it’s dead useful.”

“It’ll be interesting to see how it’s different,” Sadie nodded, clearing her plate of the remnants of breakfast. “But I do like gardening. My dad has a green thumb, and he always said that nurturing a plant from seeds to the dinner plate was important. People forget how much work it takes.” She paused, swinging her legs as she looked around. Large hourglasses filled with beautiful gems caught her eye, glittering in the morning light. 

“House points,” Seine explained. “The more in the bottom, the more the house has. At the end of the year, the winning house gets honored at the feast.” He grinned suddenly. “My dad says he and his best friends nearly set a record for losing the most points in a single go.”

Sadie quirked a brow, watching the rubies shimmer curiously. The display of wealth was just… incredible. “That doesn’t exactly sound like a good thing,” she remarked, but looked to her wrist watch. “Ooh! I think we need to get to class.”

“We have half an hour,” Seine remarked and Sadie boggled “We can leave in twenty minutes and still be on time.”

“On time is [i]late[/i].”