To Quidditch or not to Quidditch. (OPEN)

The novelty had worn off a while ago: of being free to go to Hogsmeade village on certain weekends. While others planned to go together and make a day out of it, Theodore decided to give more attention to completing essays. He could be a bit of a killjoy sometimes, but he liked to spend time by himself. It wasn't that he was shy (on the contrary), but being completely surrounded by a gaggle of students twenty-four seven was enough to drive him barmy.

Half way through an essay for Professor Snape, however, and he realised he needed to visit Hogsmeade to re-stock potions ingredients. Begrudgingly he readied himself for the trip: dressing in slim-fitted slacks and a roll-neck cashmere sweater that clung to his pencil-slender frame, all in black. Being sure to ignore any of the students walking to or from the village, he made haste and arrived within ten minutes. He quickly bought the ingredients, took a stride back towards the path, and paused.

He was narrowing his eyes through the glass of a window that sold Quidditch supplies. Judging by the primly perfected blonde hair of the girl stood inside of there, he was looking at Daphne Greengrass. What was Daphne doing in there? He raised his eyebrows, and entered.

She was... placing broomsticks onto a stand. From behind her, Theo grabbed a broom that she'd missed and decided to announce his arrival to her left ear: "What are you doing, Daphne?"

He waited for her to turn, cold eyes expressionless, holding out the broom handle for her to take.

"You missed one," He stated, looking as though he was desperately trying not to smirk, "And you should probably set your sights higher than broom stacking. Come on. You're better than that... I suppose." How he loved teasing her.

@sara