 Sounds good. Do you want to move it on this post? <3 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
That was good management right there. Getting someone's name right made them feel important.. like they mattered. It grated on Sam's nerves when teachers used to assume he was a 'Samuel' and not a 'Samson' (Layla's oh so affectionately annoying 'Samantha' didn't count). “You're the Quidditch manager?” He beamed brightly. “That's s'cool!” In this still fairly newly discovered world of magic, Quidditch had appealed strongly to Samson. Not quite up there with his precious Football, but he could see why it was so popular in the wizarding world. He asked forward a little in his seat and lowered his voice like he was about to let her into some secret. “What is your name?” He too had forgotten from the meeting.
He sat back again, smiling that pearly smile of his and listening. “Y'sound well travelled and experienced. I've played Gobstones (ish).. but never Quidditch. I'd love to have a go some time.” He nodded in agreement. “I'm dead keen on football. I wan'ed to go pro but I don't think that's gunna happen for me.”
Samson got up and put the letters on his claimed empty desk so he wouldn't forget to pass them on to Saxon, and turned back to look at the nice lady. “This job is top banana.” He grinned. He'd had part time jobs in the past where you had to look like you were doing something even if was quiet. Here, you got to play games! “Play Gobstones with me? I feel like I've gotta lot to learn.”
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