"Do you want to go pro with quidditch when you go up? Like your parents?" Ricky asked as he took a seat on Remus’ bed and criss-crossed his legs. Remus thought over the moment for a long moment and settled into the chair at his desk. The desk was a new addition to his room, replacing toy bins. His stuffed animals still hung in a hammock over a corner of his bed, though. A car track laced across his floor in a maze, a bin of Hot Wheels that he sometimes still found himself playing with tucked under the desk.