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Walrus
Jacob became slightly nervous... What if he laughed? What if they all laughed? What if they thought he was just being crazy?
But Jacob sucked it up, and made his way closer to the man "I want to go professional" he said trying to spill it out as fast as possible. "Would you help me?" he asked... He had no idea what was expected, or even if he came close to qualifying. But he asked this, not as Teacher to Student, not as Quidditch official to Player, not as Head of House to Ravenclaw. No, He asked this Beater to Beater... Former Professional to a Mere Hopeful
Just as Jacob gave his answer, Vindictus was swallowing his food.
ACK! ACK!
He nearly choked and hit his chest with a closed fist twice. Eyes watering and taking a deep breath, he realized that he needed to respond.
"Professional, eh? Sure, I can help anyone who wants to go pro," he finally answered in a strained voice and grabbed a goblet of pumpkin juice. Vindictus gulped half of it down while awaiting an answer.