It would be the magnitude of a highly promoted Slytherin versus Gryffindor match that would get Henry Wadcock willingly out to a public event. His brother wasn't even playing, and he still couldn't resist going to watch the match. Plus, it was a good opportunity to make sure that his clients were properly using this time to boost up their image, show some school pride. It never hurt to remember your roots. The game was grueling, long, and frustrating, and this break was definitely necessary.
Henry had found a spot where Seth and his cronies wouldn't bother him. He was still a bit on edge with his brother, but putting on the school colors seemed to revert the two of them back to their Hogwarts days and now it would just be better for all of those visiting Hogsmeade today that the Wadcock brothers were not within five feet of each other.
He tilted his head up slowly at the voice, and managed a smirk. He had not seen Delilah in some time, even though, as her agent, he kept tabs of what she was doing (and where she was, country-wise).
"I could never. Green brings out my eyes," he said, pushing the chair at his table out with his foot.
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