The quidditch section. Of course it was the quidditch section, Wendy was a quidditch star, and---why on earth wasn't Lisa freaking out that she was talking to a professional quidditch player? Oh, that was because she was a gigantic nerd like he was; Chandler only knew one player and one team, and that was because he'd been quite infatuated with said player on that single team since he was in Hogwarts. Which had been nearly six years ago.
Oh, he was so pathetic.
Chandler looked up at Lisa, praying to high heavens that she didn't need his help. Of course, the moment he looked up at her, Lisa looked down with a confused smirk.
"I dunno where those are," she said, not seemingly able to comprehend the fact that he was hiding. "You do, right? You know where everything is."
He felt his eye twitch just that much, and after another second Chandler pushed himself up and dusted off his robes. Though, his eyes remained permanently down, and he muttered something like, "Cantfindthatblastedquill."
Lisa sighed and looked around on the ground, "Could you help this lady while I look?" Oh my word, he needed a less naive assistant!
"Y-yes. Right this way," Chandler said, darting out the swing door of the circular desk and not waiting for Wendy to acknowledge him. He made a beeline toward the quidditch area, and prayed that she could keep up, because going back to find her would be even worse than this.
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