"Quidditch."<br/><br/>Vincent pronounces the word as if it somehow tastes disagreeable.  he drums his fingers on the tabletop for a moment.  Finally, giving her another narrowed glance, he nods.<br/><br/>"I suppose, assuming your marks remain up to snuff and there are no unfortunate issues with discipline otherwise I've no objections.  Go see the team captain and tell him I cleared you.  If you were as skilled as you say, then you will no doubt prove yourself swiftly."<br/><br/>Setting his mouth back into a thin line, he lowers his voice.<br/><br/>"And come see me later.  There is a matter to discuss."