Catch The Snitch

Bishop flushed a little when she said she had just been looking at him, but let it go as they made their way inside. Once he'd returned with the ciders and sat down beside her, smiling softly at her, she picked the conversation right back up. "I think I'll find it more entertaining that way because it'll say a lot about how you saw the world at the time," he said, smirking a little. "Thinking about it right now, where's the first place you'd want to go?" he asked. He didn't care if the trip took them over the whole of Europe, so long as they were together and she was happy.

"I don't think I was thinking about traveling then," he tilted his head as he tried to remember what he was thinking about at 13, "I think I was just thinking of getting onto the Quidditch team," he shook his head at him, looking back to her.

Tati wrapped both hands around the warm mug of cider immediately, exactly as promised, letting the heat seep into her fingers before she even considered taking a sip. The apple and spice of it drifted up pleasantly and she closed her eyes for just a second in appreciation."The Quidditch team," she repeated, opening her eyes with an amused smile. "Of course you were. You were absolutely single-minded about it, I remember. You practiced on your own even when there were no official sessions." She tilted her head. "Did it ever occur to you at thirteen that you'd end up teaching Alchemy at Hogwarts instead of playing professional Quidditch?"

She took a careful sip of cider, considering his question about Paris properly. "First place I'd want to go," she mused, her thumb tracing the rim of the mug. "The Shakespeare and Company bookshop. It's Muggle but it's been there for decades and apparently it's just..." She gestured vaguely, searching for adequate words. "Magical. In the non-literal sense again. Books everywhere, cats wandering through, the Seine right outside." She looked at him, slightly self-conscious about her own enthusiasm. "I know it's not particularly glamorous as a first stop in Paris."

A small laugh. "But thirteen year old me had her priorities and apparently they were literature and river views." She nudged his knee under the table. "What about you? If you had to pick somewhere. Anywhere."