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“Yes, yes, you were poisoned, but you’re currently fine.” Lexi pointed out, trying her hardest not to get into Gil’s dramatics. “Could you actually? Because I’d owe you… I dunno, but I’d owe you a lot. Two bottles of wine at least.”

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Gil forgot his own dramatics in the face of a good bribe, immediately perking back up. “Really, two whole bottles? Do you pinky promise? Do you need to talk to other players, too?”

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“Darling, the only thing people should ever get nostalgic for is me.” And according to at least one ex, he counted as a disaster. Not that Gil would say that out loud. “And I only get better with age.”

“Have you ever considered covering quadpot as well?” Hamish asked, tilting his head to one side. He knew enough of Quidditch to recognize which correspondents actually knew what they were talking about and Ms. Walker seemed like one of them. “There’s a British league, you know. Though it’s very small.”