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Heidi!
Henry may, or may not be, a little drunk. As he took a shot of---something with the Magpies' water and towel boy, he believed that he was leaning closer to the drunk side of his argument. It really wasn't his fault; he was up in a sky box watching the match with his family, friends from the agency, other quidditch players, and they all had been buying him drinks, and offering drinks, and saying, 'Drink with me, Henry!'

So, he did, and now he was at the party wondering if Heidi was going to accept his offer to meet him at the party (if the Magpies had won, which they did!). He'd sent her a pass in the post earlier in the day, which may have been too short of a notice, but he'd been really busy up until the snitch was released. He really hoped she did come because he was really having a hard time not thinking about her, and when he thought about her he smiled, and Henry's cheeks were sore because he hadn't smiled this much in ages.

He was beginning to think she wasn't going to show until he spotted Heidi by the entrance. Henry could barely contain his excitement (which was something, because he never let his emotions get the best of him) and nearly knocked her over.

"You came!" he let out, bending down without a second thought and kissing her cheek. That was friendly enough, right? "They won!"