Anya couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at how true the statement actually was. “It’s part of your charm.” She gave him a quick wink before she lifted the glass to her lips, finally taking a sip of her drink. She rolled her lips under, savoring the taste of the fine Scotch by catching the droplets that lingered on her lower tier, her eyes still focused on Seth as he smiled at her.
She noticed now more than ever how much fun he was to look at, with those electric eyes and that crooked smile that made him look like he was always up to no good…and from what she could tell, he was.
Mention of her team made her suddenly burn a little brighter, much more involved in this conversation since it had turned around to topics like Quidditch and herself.
“It does look like that, doesn’t it?” She smiled a little broader, her finger once again tracing around the edge of her glass. “We are quite pleased with how we’ve played so far this season…for the most part.” She let out a nasal sigh, not about to get into the fact that sometimes she disagreed with calls Holly or Willow made. Taking another sip of her Scotch, she turned the conversation around on him again. “I saw the news about your trade. Do you think you’ll enjoy flying with the Falcons?”
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