“What do you think I’m doing here, Urquhart?” Stewart said with an apprehensive smile, and made sure his wand was in reach just in case. He really wasn’t worried that Dean Urquhart would curse him, but instincts were instincts and he certainly would not forget that he was face to face with the Slytherin Quidditch captain. He looked around making sure that he wouldn’t be ambushed, and then relaxed fractionally. “I wanted to fly, and you?”
Stewart started to feel less alarmed and took in his company, he’d had Dean in Charms and History of Magic, he’d never really cared too much about his classmate, only known though journals that he was apparently kissing other boys. Stewart smiled when he thought about it, because he could have probably told you that before any of those rumours had started to fly around. It wasn’t obvious but he could just tell. Stewart leaned forward on his broom, his feet sticking slightly in the muddy grass, and nodded once at Dean “So, how’s the charms assignment…”. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say, and the first thing that popped into his head was so utterly Ravenclaw that his face started to blush as he said it.
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