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Lockhartian 
So, good thing Lola didn't play.
That was cute. Had Ellie been worrying about him? Yeah, cute. Unnecessary, but cute. And she was allowed to worry...by him, because he wasn't going to tell her not to worry, at least not the same way she'd done so when he was the one worrying about her.
And now she was positively making fun of him. Nice one, Eliana. "I was younger, okay?" and there had been blood involved, hence why he'd thought of it the worst thing possible. He was leaving the time when he was little and hit a tree out of this, though, it was before Hogwarts AND not really Quidditch-related.
The smile had turned into a small, very sweet one and he twined his fingers with hers in that one hand he was currently holding, "Don't worry about it," he still didn't know if he was going to keep on playing or not.
The eyebrow raise was noticed and...no attention was given to it. Or...not real attention was given to it since he didn't comment.
And the people in his family that played Quidditch? The only two people? No, he didn't believe that, they'd work pretty hard to gain the skills they had. Treyen pretended to consider that as his head tilted to one side, "Hmmm...maybe...," that was his reply, because he'd been wondered something else, "I still don't think that's it." And...ACTUALLY, she might be right about the fun part, he knew that his father and sister had fun while playing...sooo..., "That...makes sense," what he'd thought right now, not what she said, "I'm probably wrong with that one." See? How hard was it to admit that one was wrong?
"Why did you ask?" that's what he'd been wondering moments ago.
"Mmhmm." When he was younger. Sure. Ellie didn't doubt him.
Her eyes left him for a brief moment.
"I'm not worrying I just..." No, she was worrying, she just wasn't admitting it. Or didn't realize it.
"...don't think you should jinx it anyway." If Treyen got hurt that would...hurt. She'd rather not even think about him being hurt. She didn't want it.
'Course he didn't think that that was it. Then he was just good because he was good? Lucky. He should be able to share that natural not-family-related talent. But the whole playing for fun thing was certainly some food for thought.
"It was just something I noticed." That he was really good. Not that she didn't already know that. She knew, but she was
always practicing for fear that she'd be terrible if she didn't. Yet, he hadn't practiced and was still good.