 be curious, not judgmental
Callum arrived promptly, his well-polished but well-loved (read: worn) broom over his shoulder. Although he had not anticipated trying out for Quidditch this term, here he was, in all his 6'3" glory. He knew who their captain was - who wouldn't know Zoryn Spinnet? Surely she had already made her impression on even the first years - and was not in the least bit bothered that she was only a fourth year. Zoryn was the same year as his sister, Chloe, who he had recently started to see as a young woman as opposed to his kid sister. She wasn't a kid anymore, and neither was Zoryn. Short, maybe, and overall awfully small compared to him, but it wasn't difficult for Callum to look at the Gryffindor captain and see his sister. Not literally, but to think of her in the same manner, with the same kindness and fondness and respect.
"Ms. Spinnet," he bowed his head in greeting as he neared her, a fairly pleasant smile resting upon his lips. There was a beat, and then, "If no one else shows, bet we could play all the positions in our first match, just you and me." His tone was a little playful, just like the way he would talk to Chloe - just being a big brother, with the hopes to ease the tension he could already detect radiating from the captain. She looked like she could use some lighthearted conversation in her life. Or maybe that was just her face.
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