Bill had entered the hall and couldn't help but grin. He had come home for Christmas in a surprise visit, turning up on the doorstep of The Burrow bright and early Christmas morning. His Mum had been over the moon and then chastised him for not owling ahead or at least turning up when it was daylight outside. Apparently four o'clock in the morning was not a sane hour to be walking about and making social calls.
But back to the present. As soon as he had heard about the tournament, Bill was keen to watch his siblings play. He wasn't much of a player, himself, but he enjoyed seeing a good game of Quidditch - and the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match was no exception.
He was near the bar, chatting to another alum from his year but from a different house when he spotted the man of the hour had arrived. He excused himself and moved over to Harry to congratulate his youngest brother's best friend on his team's victory.
"Brilliant flying out there today, Harry. Glad I didn't miss it."
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