Theodore Nott imagines

Theodore isn't fond of quidditch. It's popularity be damned. It was far, far too barbaric a sport but he said that about all sports.

You, on the other hand, were a proud player on your houses quidditch team and Theodore was nothing if not loyal. So, he made a habit of attending your matches and your practices.

Today, he's ditching class to attend one of your practice matches.

His walk is a slow saunter up to the field and as soon as you catch sight of him, you're quick to swoop down and hop off your broom.

You run up to him and he catches you to spin you around.

"How's practice going, tesoro mio?"