Well, my goodness. This fic was all Quidditch and vague reminiscence, and then you pull that last line out to turn us on our heads. Doesn't t often happen that way? Someone makes a joke, but to the person hearing it the meaning is entirely different, or stronger. I've read through a good dozen of your fics in the last few days (never mind how many times I've read C. Craft), and you never fail to turn out something lovely and often haunting.