 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Warfield turned his head to watch the door shut in her office effectively allowing for more privacy in their conversation. There was a bit of concern that she had also now trapped him but it was only a slight fear. Warfield preferred to see the best in everyone. Peggy's tone of voice did not lesson those fears. She sounded almost as dejected, robotic in her speech.
"Yes, and I must say it is rather concerning." Warfield said as he turned his head to the shut door then back to Peggy to see her reaction to his statement. If he had to hear the word greater one more time it might very well push Warfield Rockefeller to a low he's never gone down to before. "Ms. Peggy you don't truly believe all this do you?" He had plans to groom his adopted son Simon to some day take full control of the team ownership. If this new Ministry and Game and Sports within it would forbid it because of his Son's heritage then there would be a real problem.
"I suppose I could in the meantime compensate partially through my own funds for the Scouts and Managers. Truly hope the sport doesn't suffer with the lack of talent the new policy is now restricting." He wasn't even sure what heritage most of the athletes were himself. He had no idea it mattered so much in Quidditch until recently. |