"Professional Quidditch, actually," Jett said simply, his eyes twinkling at the memory for a split second. "Until this happened," he said, once again tapping the backbrace. "I was knocked off of my broom and broke my back in three places," he explained. "My parents insisted that I have a Muggle recovery and I think it was mostly because they wanted me to retire from Quidditch. Since it happened, I've had nothing to do other than be a stay-at-home dad." He pulled his wallet from his pocket and showed Nikita the picture of himself and his son.
"Any kids, yourself?" he asked her, putting the picture away once more.
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