the playbook master

"Define ‘select’."

"Outside of the Arrows ladies? I'd say there's maybe two of you who make the cut. And one of 'em used to be an Arrow. You're pretty special there, you know, miss Fox."

"You’re very lucky I know you’re like this with all the girls."

"Hey now, not all the girls. Just the loveliest ones. That's a very select group, y'know."

Well I can assure you, their wings won’t be intact by the end of the season, if I have my way.

I can definitely hope not. They could use being knocked down a peg or two.

Don’t mention broken bones, please. I don’t think my stomach can handle it. 

Not a fan of the violent side of the sport, huh?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

I like to think that's the general reporter's way of thinking, but I find increasingly often that that's just not the case.

Camila drained her glass, sitting back against the sofa, away from her meal. Her hunger had quickly dissipated, leaving her with a sense of guilt masked by impenetrable brooding. She crossed her arms and stared at Theo suspiciously before finally huffing and crossing her legs. “Good to know you think so highly of me,” she scoffed, a scornful expression on her face. “I knew I never gave off quite an honest impression, but I just love being proved right.”

Rolling his eyes at the scorn in her voice, at her insistence on speaking in Spanish rather than English, at the accusation of his having lied to her, Theo quirked an eyebrow, pursing his lips for a brief moment. "Usted asume que estoy mintiendo acerca de hablar español, simplemente porque me parece que habla en Inglés más fácil? Usted debe saber que no es así como funciona. Español siendo mi segunda lengua significa que voy a hablar en Inglés primero. Es instintivo, usted debe saber que, así como cualquier otra persona."

What a disappointment. And I have to agree with you — I do look outstanding in blue, and opposed to simply fantastic in grey.

Absolutely disappointing. It'd be fun watching all the Wasps wings break, wouldn't it? I dunno about that, babe, I think you look outstanding in anything. But I might be a bit biased.

If we’re lucky, all of ‘em. Always thought I’d be a better Falcon, anyhow. Breaking bones is my calling.

Something tells me they're not gonna break all of 'em, though. I'm calling maybe two -- both on the new Seeker, though. Besides, I like you on the Arrows. Makes my favorite team just a little bit better.

"Ooh la la~ Mr Edgeminton, behave! You’re making me blush!"

"Can't help the truth, Miss Fox, sometimes it just needs to be said. You look lovely when you blush anyway -- totally worth it."

'Interesting' may not be the right word, but they're certainly not boring.

Long as it's not boring, then all's well with the world.

Perv. Ye’re lucky I like the price of this flat.

Like you can blame me, you'd do the same if you were me.

Camila rolled her eyes. “The rules say you’re not meant to,” Camila mocked, sticking her tongue out at him. “So Gabriel will get a slap on the wrist. I’m sure he’ll live. They don’t give out harsh punishments at the Brazilian Wizarding school — too much on their hands these days, I s’pose.” Camila gave a genuine chuckle, almost surprised at her uncanny ability to lie. “Cute that you care so much about him, though. Have a soft spot for little boys, Edgeminton? Whodda thunk.”

Camila's retort, the initial grasping for words, told him that, quite frankly, he had managed to catch her off-guard. She hadn't expected him to call her lie, had she? Oh, but didn't she know, Theo was all too curious -- and all too desperate for something new and interesting -- to just let it go with as simple an explanation as that. He was too suspicious of all players, all people in general, for that, really.

Good, on an average day here, would be generous. Boredom isn’t the best for someone like me. However, today was not average. 

Not boring then, I take it. What's turned your day up, mate? Or is that too much to ask?

I have a twenty-nine inch waist, arsehole.

Keep telling yourself that, mate. I'll see ya about soon enough, I'm sure. I'll try to make sure it's scalding next time.

I’ve been called worse. 

Have ya? Shame, that. How's the day treating ya, sir? Good day in Appleby?

Yeah, well you wouldn’t be the first one to try it.

Wasn't commenting on your height, mate.