There were very few things that Thomas McCormack allowed himself to care about, and quidditch was number one on that list. It was the only thing in his life that made sense to him 99.99% of the time, and he grew agitated and greatly annoyed when the delicate balance of the game was thrown askew. He sat, straddled on the bench behind Billie, watching Seth enter in silence. Thomas wasn't an idiot, he knew that trades happened and with the deadline there would be probably more moves going on, but this seemed so strange and out of the blue that his very logical mind could not wrap itself around it.
"You're still a Magpie, you know," he snapped, straightening up. He wasn't the captain, he had no desire to be, but he'd been on this team for just as long as Odette. He was a Magpie, and even though he'd been put there against his will, he would always have a fierce loyalty to the team. Maybe Seth didn't feel it because he already had a championship from his time on the United, but Thomas felt his face flare up.
"It's still 1982, you're still a Magpie and you still owe us an explanation." The next week was going to be rough no matter what was said now, so they should at least get out their frustrations now.
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