Nola Aimee Fitzralph was hardly one to ever be caught lifting a quill, yet surprisingly there was the petite witch sitting outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour, meticulously copying onto her tracker notepad the names of uprising Quidditch hunks featured in the newest edition of Witch Weekly. Labrador was such a funny name she couldn't help but giggle at it. It reminded her of a dog. Hopefully this would be one very handsome one. A tiny heart by the names of the Rumbleroar twins - another funny surname which set her off in peals of laughter - because, well, twins are always just fun.
If only she knew.
Holloway? Nola actually blinked for a moment at that. Somehow it sounded simply all too familiar, not that she could place her finger on what exactly was familiar about it. She copied it down nonetheless before then raising her head, offering up a pretty, kitten-like smirk at the owner of the parlour as she ordered for a second strawberry shortcake ice-cream. Oh yes, the Quidditch Draft. Merlin forbade Nola to not have a field day with this.
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