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[rontheweasel]

“Even better for me,” Hugo mused under his breath. “Dad,” he looked up from his phone to give his father a look. “You really need to let go of those dorks and maybe cheer for your own son’s team for once,” he mused, only pretending to be wounded at the fact that Ron seemed to have a favourite team that was different than the one Hugo played at. 

“Hey, you know I gave up on the Cannons a long time ago,” Ron laughed, rubbing his hands together. “Plus, being a healer for four of the six teams housed in England, it’s best to be impartial.” Ron was sure Hugo knew he was supportive of him and his career, but he couldn’t exactly drape himself in Appleby merchandise, especially when he didn’t work for them. 

[rontheweasel]

“All three of the Chudley Cannons’s starting Chasers fractured the exact same metatarsals in the same season.” Ron leaned back in his seat, took a sip of his drink, then ran his fingers through his strikingly silver hair. “I’m not very superstitious, but that sounds like a bad omen, don’t you think?”