She gives him a confused frown when he first mentions the green place, and for a moment she thinks of Anterwold, wooded and lovely and bathed in a sunlight that hadn't felt real even when she was standing in it. What he describes is better than that, sweeter and more meaningful, and Rosie's faint frown turns into a much steadier grin. "You compliment each other, or...blend together," she says. "Like some kind of...soulmates sounds ridiculous, maybe, like something from a storybook, but it's not such a bad word for it."

Blushing a little too, she ducks her head, wishing she'd said something a bit less silly. "And what was the other thing? Quidditch, right? What's that?"