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To say that Genevieve took the news well would've been an obvious lie. Every inch of her face was etched with rage, hurt, and sadness that she kept trying to hold back in vain as she had her little outburst followed by trails of tears that she tried to playoff as allergies. It wasn't exactly the best exact moment to be his usual self so he decided to keep it to himself and let her vent out until she felt better. Still he couldn't exactly blamer her. All of these years it was just her and her father so for her dad to bring in a new woman into her life was a staggering blow for her. It wasn't like he could blame her father; a man does get lonely after all. But two months? Where the hell was the rush? How could her father not at least consider his own daughter's feelings at all? He didn't even introduce his own fiance to his own flesh and blood for crying out loud. Heaving a sigh, he grabbed a cup filled with coffee and filled his plate with stacks of various foods to satiate his intense hunger from exercising. 

[color=0054a6]"Next game we're playing against Ravenclaw. Tch, I swear, next practice we're going to train so fucking hard that we'll be bleeding from our pours."[/color] Sylvester growled, glaring down at the stack of food on his plate. He could not forgive himself for letting his team get defeated in the first game of the year! He was the captain and when his team failed then that means he had failed as both a player and a captain. Failure was not an option! He will improve his team so that one day they would never have to taste the unappetizing flavor of defeat. 

Her question finally broke him from his thoughts. [color=8493ca]"I'll see what I can do. It's not going to be easy rescheduling the reservation for the entire field, but I'm sure that I can make it work. If you need help I'll gladly make some time to help you outside of the field."[/color] He smiled at her and sipped his coffee, his face scrunched up from the bitterness. [color=0054a6]"Needs cream."[/color] With a flick of his wand, the container that held the cream flew to his hand and he poured a little bit in. 
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"Since your broom can't keep up like the rest of ours can we'll need to work on your reflexes and hand eye coordination to make up for your lack of maneuverability. If we work on your reflexes than everything else should come naturally to you."[/color] He picked up his knife and form and began to dig into a stack of pancakes.