"An apartment?" That surprised her. But Seren kept speaking. The country, yeah. Ellie nodded, "That's more of where I was picturing you might live." That made her sound like such a creeper. But she wasn't. Honest. "I mean, given," the fourth year gestured around the room. Given all the flowers, Ellie was picturing some ivy-covered cottage with a huge flowerbed in front, and a greenhouse in back. "Sounds nice." The image in Ellie's head, at least, was a nice one.

Ohh she was a Chaser? "That's awesome! Chaser's fun." Better than Keeper. She had way too much energy on the Pitch to play Keeper. It was no fun staying so close to the goal posts, when there was so much space to fly over. "And you were Chaser all six years?" Or maybe, like Ellie, Bentley was shifted from position to position.

That was...sad. It really was. "Did you know what team you wanted to go out for?" What was with moms and Quidditch? Ellie's mom didn't like the sport much...at all. At all at all. Only, Ellie didn't think she'd talk her out of playing professionally. Not that she was even considering it. That was faaaar too in the future to be thinking about.