“No problem, sort of the same with me. But do you normally come down here at night?” Stewart bit his lip, running out of things to say. What did one say when you suddenly meet a classmate you never talk to in the Quidditch pitch? He stopped leaning on his broom, and held it up in his hands, stretching as he normally did when he was nervous or bored. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to talk to Dean, it didn’t seem polite to run off, and they had already started a conversation. Besides, Dean didn’t seem so terribly bad. For all the things he’d heard about the Slytherin he felt quite at ease standing beside him right now.
He ran his fingers though his hair and raised his eyebrow at Dean’s response. Stewart was a slacker by Ravenclaw standards, but a good student by other standards. He’d never really half assed an assignment, rushed it maybe, but he’d make sure it was worth the mark he wanted. Stewart was intrigued. And the more he talked to Dean the more cool he became. He wasn’t like Stewart’s ex boyfriend by any means but he did have a certain quality that reminded him of Tucker. “So do you want to walk alone, because I can just go and fly-” Stewart wasn’t sure why but he was hoping that Dean would invite him to walk or try to keep the conversation going. Suddenly flying didn’t seem as important.
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