A contract arrived a few days later, the Appleby Arrow’s logo shimmering brightly on the front of the envelope. Harry felt like he had been floating since the end of the match, and receiving tangible proof that he was being scouted an entire year early and offered professional mentorship to develop his game only made him giddier. He read the contract quickly, blood singing and head dazed, and passed it over to Tom. "What do you think?"