It occurred to Celia that Elliot was the first person to acknowledge how hard moving was. The adults in her life always focused on her newness to magic when they talked about her "adjustment difficulties." No one ever seemed to realize how much it sucked to leave everything behind to move first to a country where she didn't speak the language, and then to one that was barely on the map. "
It's the worst," she agreed, keeping her eyes on the field and her voice flat. Elliot explained why he'd chosen Hogwarts, and Celia glanced over, her expression softening. "
I'm sorry about your dad," she said quietly. He didn't seem too upset, and she wondered if she'd ever reach that point. Maybe one day she'd be so successful, she wouldn't even need to
think about her dad. And then, because she was still curious, she asked, "
Do you like Hogwarts?" Considering his admission about his dad, she figured it wasn't too personal a question.
It was almost a relief to be able to focus on the game for the next several minutes. The Slytherins were dropping like flies, and Jasper was subbed in as seeker. Seeing as he was the only one who had actually done anything during the game, Celia thought it a long overdue move. At Elliot's Hufflepuff comment, she bit her tongue, resisting the urge to make a snarky comment. She was well-aware of the house's reputation, but even she knew better than to insult the head boy's house to his face. "
I'm sure you guys would have done a better job than Slytherin." She doubted it was possible to do
worse. A shrill noise broke through the cheers and the boos, causing Celia to flinch. Her gaze quickly settled on an angry blonde girl. "
I'm guessing that's Giselle?" she asked, the corners of her mouth curving upward in amusement. She'd heard about the girl's Quidditch protests but had never seen one. "
Does she come to every game?"
@Elliot Briar