Chestnuts
Jasper Botros ; 2111


Jasper fixed his hair while he sat for another interview. Contrary to what page six liked to imply, he really was in it for the sport itself. He just didn't mind the show that came along with it, it was part of the territory. In fact, growing up in the spotlight had prepared him for this lifestyle so early on. He was practically media trained before he was even potty trained.

So when he was affectionately dubbed as "Quidditch's Golden Boy," he took it in stride. Quietly, he wished they would focus on his skill instead. Even still, he laughed a good natured laugh when the interviewer commented on his body.

"Whew! ... That's just fantastic. I'm sure there's a constant flood of fangirls. Speaking of, what would you say is the weirdest fan mail you've received?"

Jasper grinned boyishly, leaning in when he replied, "Far too intimate to describe." Say what you want, but he knew how to turn up the charm. "Did get some roasted chestnuts the other day. Miserable luck that they'd gone stale before I could try them."