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"That's a matter of opinion," Jake said slowly, with a nod. Again, he wouldn't say his opinion on the matter. It was really hard to appreciate talent when you really hated disliked the person that was somewhat responsible for putting it all together.
...His girlfriend. Jake had tried to keep his expression neutral - he knew it was bound to come up eventually - but he couldn't stop the smirk that was back on his lips. He folded his arms, nodding. He knew what Anya had done to keep Milton from playing.
And apparently... they were still talking about her. Jake kept his gaze ahead. His smirk had disappeared again. When Milton had finished talking, Jake stayed quiet for a second, trying to figure out some hidden meaning in his words. What was he getting at? "Frankly," he said, turning to face the Ravenclaw, "What Anya tells me is none of your business." Last time he checked, he wasn't in a relationship with Milton. "...Why do you ask?"
"Hmm." Milton looked off and away with an amused smirk.
'That's a matter of opinion.' That was just another way of saying YES, in fact, Ravenclaw DID kick butt, but Jacob was just too stubborn to admit it because he obviously hated Milton. But Milton knew his team did the best. That's what mattered.
As Jake turned to face him, Milton continued to look at his with slightly narrowed eyes and the smallest of smirks. That meant yes.
"Oh, it's not really what she tells you. It's what she tells all of us." Milton looked across the grounds, hiding his smirk better.
"But I suppose I could just ask her myself. She tells me everything anyway." And that was definitely the truth. Whether Jake liked it or not. Why did he ask? Milton shrugged lightly.
"Just curious as to whether she actually told you anything different. Or if you're really just like the rest of us." Internal!smirk.