Considering how little he cared about quidditch, the fact he was on first name basis with one of the players was a little weird. Of course, to be fair, it wasn't like Zephyr knew Anson because of his quidditch skills or even talked to him for them, he wasn't a groupie. He didn't think of Anson as a quidditch player, he thought of him as the guy that went to school with Remus, the one that gave Zephyr his spoiled orange cat that Katie was always chasing after, and he was the guy that was there the first time Zephyr tried blood pudding. The fact he liked riding brooms was inconsequential.
"So am I supposed to tell you to break a broom or some shit like that?" Zephyr asked as he looked around the quidditch pitch with his hands on his hips. While he'd never bothered to tell Anson this, quidditch wasn't the most popular sport in America and Zephyr wasn't sure what the proper terminology happened to be. "Or am I supposed to wish the other team breaks their brooms? Then again, it sounds like there were enough people having  trouble getting here." @ansonwood​
