The truth hurts, mate.
You’re a rude, rude man.
Wh - no, m’not. I always just come up with sex.
Exactly. Wonderful ideas.
“I don’t know, I suppose if you have to ask a girl if you’ve got game though, then you lose a bit.”
Yeah, but s’not like I’m trying to get any girl. Y’know? Just a question in general.
Feivel jumped… was he talking to him? Better question: why was the captain of the quidditch team talking to him? He was.. he was an important figure — he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t be around Feivel.. right?
The boy gulped, "Uh - I - what?"
*He raised an eyebrow* Do I have game?
On the pitch? No. With the women? ….still no.
That’s fucking rude.
M’half convinced you’ve been Polyjuiced, so yeah, s’a bit of a shocker. Well, O Mighty Captain, m’not sure your time’ll fare well without you, so you’d better at least plan up something good to do instead.
See, that’s where I’m hoping you can help out. You’ve always been much better at thinking up distractions.
It’s a serious fucking question.
Oh? But you’re always in the mood for Quidditch. What’re you in the mood for, then?
I know. Shocker, innit? But m’not sure. Just don’t feel like going to practice tonight.
*watches him curiously before laying beside him*
Dunno. But I’m not really in the mood for Quidditch anymore.
…alright, I can’t deny that one. You’re too much of a teddy bear.
Which I can easily accept. *lays back down on the grass* I’m bloody tired.