the sky has no limit

He let the topic turn, though, as Lynx let out a laugh at Em’s apology and waved a hand. “All dad ever talks about is Quidditch, I’m totally used to it,” she joked in return, nudging her father’s side.

Pyxis chuckled in response, and nudged her back, before raising an eyebrow with an amused grin at Em’s seeming excitement over her shared fact. “I haven’t,” he admitted. “I’ve had my head in the proverbial sand this past few months, I swear. What’s happening with that now?”

Lynx rolled her eyes, albeit affectionately, at Pyxis’s lack of knowledge, shaking her head slightly. “You would miss your own funeral if it came during Quidditch season, da,” she chastised, and then focused back on Em again with an eager grin of her own. 

“It’s kind of cool, innit? I don’t know why they’re migrating, but we talked about the new ones showing up in the area right before classes ended. I just want to see the new ones, really. I know it’s dangerous and all, but they look so pretty.”

“I know, they’re gorgeous. You know, Lynx, I once saw a dragon hatch.” she said, the comment dangerously close to the truth. In fact, she’d seen more dragons hatch than she could remember. 

“Experts are fairly confused about why it’s happening. I mean, the Opaleye is native to Australia and New Zealand, and yet their migrating up towards Europe,” Em said, locking and unlocking her fingers, hoping that her interest wasn’t misinterpreted too much, “Honestly, they’ve had to obliviate so many muggles because of it. After all, it’s kind of hard to try and convince them that the dragons they saw were airplanes.”

Hazel knew as well as anyone did that the Quidditcher she’d won a day with wouldn’t really want to spend the day with her. Save for the minimal chance that she had won Bevin’s attention for the day, of course, she could hardly think of an ally that she had in the Quidditch world. She always made large donations despite that fact, though, and while she rarely anticipated being the top bidder, she did enjoy those occasions when she could be. And this year’s donation had been particularly high compared to her norm.

She intended to enjoy her day despite the likely dissatisfaction of her partner, however. Though Em was not one of those that seemed to dislike Hazel most, the writer was completely aware that she wasn’t in the woman’s favor either. And how could she be, with her focus on the personal lives of not only her team, but Em herself, on a regular basis? She could easily have let the donation stand for itself and not bothered spending the day with the other woman as she’d been promised, though.

But Hazel wanted that day.

That didn’t mean she was going to be happy about it, though. Hands shoved into her pockets and disgruntled look plastered on her face, she walked into the coffee shop, and after spotting Hazel, went over to the counter to order her coffee, hoping it would make her semi-human. 

Receiving her order, she walked over and slumped into the seat in front of Hazel, sipping her coffee. She could feel the caffeine absorbing into her, and it made her start to feel more awake.

“He might settle in better once you’re more friendly with him,” Pyxis mused, rather than voicing his earlier thoughts. “He was a Kestrel so long that it’s probably odd being in Montrose now. Total uprooting and all.” He offered a slight shrug with that. “Besides, we all know how difficult your other Beater can be. I wouldn’t doubt that he’s at least a little part of the difficulty.”

Or perhaps that was just Pyxis and the lingering tweak in his shoulder that had come at the hand of one of Will’s rather impressive shots. “Morgan’s getting there. Personal life’s been rough, so that’s coming out on field of course, but not as much as it could, at least. He’s… adapting. I think once he’s better settled, that’ll be easier, he’s just not used to someone that doesn’t practically know what he’s thinking most of the time.”

She probably shouldn’t have told Pyxis that particular detail, but it wasn’t exactly impacting their game play, so she figured it really didn’t matter.

“Well, it doesn’t seem to have impacted your game play much, so I’m sure it’ll work out. Hopefully, you’ll have him around for a while, and time will certainly improve your communication.” she said, looking sadly at the small amount of ice cream remaining. 

“I hope we’re not boring you with our Quidditch talk, Lynx. Although I’m sure you’re used to it after all this time. We should switch subjects, this is a time for all of us to ignore the craziness of our teams.”

“Did you guys hear about the giant dragon migration that’s happening right now?” Em said grinning eagerly.