 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Milo casually looked through the packet Victoria had handed out to everyone as the rest of the group threw out ideas. He kept quiet for the most part as he skimmed through, but he was also listening to what everyone said. He was the type to prefer to contemplate many options before deciding on what he thought was best.
"Quick question," he started once there seemed to be a natural break in the idea-generating. "Is there a connection between Stemp House and Muggle sports? Or is there another reason we are planning on Muggle activities?" He certainly wasn't arguing a point against it or criticizing it in any way; he was just curious if there was a specific connection that he didn't know about because he hadn't heard it brought up or saw it mentioned in the packet. It might be interesting if there was.
"Anyway, if it's down to a vote, mine would be for football." Or what the Americans seemed to call soccer, but not that American football. He had no idea how to play that and it looked a little too rough for a fundraiser in his opinion. But many people he knew here, Muggles and Magic folk alike, enjoyed football.
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