“Couldn’t have been a bigger scene than the time I streaked through a Yale quidditch match.” She almost smiles. “Yale has quidditch?” Her tiny, fragile voice is killing me. I nod. “Got a lot of stiff wand jokes tossed at me. Caught ‘em all.” “Did you eat them?” “All of ‘em. Tasted like magic.” “You probably levitated.” “All the way home.”
