There's a Reason They Call It Sudden Death: #13 Quidditch

“I like Quidditch,” Tonks sat at the kitchen table, kicking her feet against the rungs. Her mother didn’t look up from her magazine, although her father glanced at her from where he was making dinner.

“Yes?” He smiled at her, waving a sauce spoon in her direction. “What do you like about it?”

Tonks considered the question seriously, her curls growing straw-colored. “I like how fast they go.”

Ted smiled and turned back to his sauce. “Me too.”

“I want to play Quidditch,” Tonks decided. “On a fast broom.”

Her mother shook her head behind her magazine and stayed silent.