“So did the old dog learn any new tricks?” Kane asked mischievously

Kenzie sighed and turned her gaze away from Oliver, “I’m sorry Darren, it’s good to see you. Congratulations on a game well played.” She said with a small smile.

 

Darren beamed at her, “Thank you! You caught the game then?” he asked.

 

She looked at the ground, “No, I listened to it at work. Although I got nothing accomplished.” She chuckled. “The only thing I did manage to do was punt my garbage can, angry at the Blatching foul.”

Daphne sniggered, “You two are hopeless! What are you going to do with each other?” she asked rhetorically.

 

Kenzie couldn’t help but think that what they did to each other was much too graphic to describe aloud. She experienced a moment of confusion that was immediately followed by humiliation when Daphne’s uproarious laughter tipped her off to the fact that she had said the sentiment rather than thought it.

One of the Muggles they were sharing a table with leaned towards Daphne and whispered, “What’s Quidditch?”



 

She only blinked a couple times before stumbling out with an answer, “Ummm…it’s just slang for bowling.” She tried. Miraculously they all bought it completely. Apparently professional bowlers weren’t completely few and far in between around this side of town.

 

 “Oh right.” He said as if he had heard the term before.

 “I might’ve been scared when it was happening, but at least I got an education. Anyways, you never seem to complain.” He finished with a smarmy grin.

Kenzie laughed, “Oh I should thank her should I?” She questioned him.

He chuckled and shrugged, “Just a thought to keep in mind.” When she pushed him, acting slightly affronted he smiled.

 Ron looked at his brother, “How in the rudddy hell is being called a ‘nitwit’ a bleeding compliment?” He asked as if that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.

 
George just looked at him oddly. “It means you’ve done a good job in getting under some ones skin. Isn’t that obvious?”

Oliver just laughed at Rons indignation and Georges logic. 

 Kenzie held her hand up. “Slow your roll there love. I’m not done. He didn’t end up leaving. My stitches conveniently started to bleed and he insisted on taking me to St. Mungo’s”

“Thank Merlin for head injuries!” Daphne said taking a seat. “Did you actually let him take you to the hospital? You nearly murder me with your eyes every time I suggest it after your test flights.”

 

Darren and Daphne shared a bewildered look before Darren finally blinked and shook his head. “Wait what?” He asked the brunette. “Did she just say she’s going dancing? Now?”

 

Daphne shrugged. “I’m still waiting on an explanation as to why he threw her in the dumpster.”