Study
There were not many days that he was thankful to be ass level with the world, but on days when Iris wore her high waisted denim, he counted himself lucky. Iris was curvy, and had athletic legs, which meant her hips and a larger then normal derriere. She also had this strut she did, he wasn't sure if it was something she did consciously or not, where her hips did this back and forth motion, drawing even more attention to her figure.
She was a walking poster child for confidence. It was never will they like me for her, it was always I'll be fine if they don't, and he admired that about her. They both created so many thoughts upon meeting, for very different reasons, but still elicited strong opinions. He had found himself doing better at presenting himself, at putting himself out there, but once he met Iris and actually became her friend, she inspired something in him that made him want to up his game, to become the best version of himself possible. He frankly thought she did that with all those around her.
She opened the door to the library and allowed him to enter. He noticed the elephant in the room almost immediately.
“How am I supposed to improve my commentating with Rath looming in the shadows?” He asked, seeing the yellow blonde hiding over in one of the sections near where Iris was looking for a table.
“Forget about her, Murphy. We're here to remind you of the game you love. I'll have you back in the booth in no time and better then ever.”
“Brilliant, Coach Rosewood.”
“Shhhhhh!” Pince hissed.
“Careful, Murphy. Let's not get removed from the library before we can do what we need to do.” Iris warned as she grabbed a few books from the shelves and held them in her arms.
“Well then Coach, what are we here to do. Will we be studying the young witches and wizards as they swiftly skim books... Acutely noting their every page turn and stroke of the quill?” He asked, eager to people watch.
“No, Murphy. Believe it or not, we're in the library to do some reading. I want you to study up on Quidditch History. This will help reignite your Quidditch commentating skills.”
“You know who you're talking to, right? I'm an expert on Quidditch history.”
“I'm well aware, but you never know what details and interesting tidbits you might discover.” She urged him as she lead him towards an empty table.
“You're right Iris. It never hurts to go over Quidditch Through the Ages another read, just in case I missed an arcane Quidditch move or two in my 78 reads.”
“All right then. Never stop being a student of the sport. You can never know what you'll discover.” She chuckled as she pulled out her own book from her bag and turned her head down.
“The story of Roderick Plumpton is one of my favorites, the Plumpton pass never ceases to amaze me.” He mentioned to her, going over that part of the book. She looked over the edge of her book and just gave him a smile. “Gertie Keddle has a diary of Quidditch commentary from the year 1050, perhaps we could check that one out?”
“I don't see why not, do you want me to look for it?” She whispered.
“Do you mind?” He asked.
“Not at all,” Iris closed her book and stood up, only to bend over and pick up a quill off the ground. Murphy's eyes looked over and watched her double over, then quickly looked back to his book before she noticed him oogling her.
A few minutes later she returned and placed the print of Gertie Keddle's diary down on the table, and sat down, two books in her hands for herself.
“Did you know players once caught boulders on their heads! Then the beater was born.”
“SHHHH!” Pince hissed once again.
“Maybe turn down the volume, Murphy.” Iris warned him. He let out a sigh and went back to reading his book. Occasionally he would hear Iris make little noises of excitement or coo's of interest, which always made him look over and across the table at her.
She had picked up a book about botany of some sort, and actually had found a piece of parchment and a quill, taking notes.
Before he knew it, he looked at the clock and a couple hours had passed. He looked across at Iris and noticed she had a different book in her hands.
“What do you think Murphy? Feeling refreshed and newly inspired on your Quidditch history?” She asked when he closed the book.
“I am indeed, Iris! The story of legendary seeker Roderick Plumpton is an especially inspiring one! He famously caught the Snitch after inly 3.5 seconds! Of course, many believe it to have been a fluke, with Plumperton's sleeve being the true hero. Oh, what I'd give to have been in that Commentary Box for that moment.” He excitedly told her.
“I love the passion, Murphy, but like Plumperton may or may not have done, lets not lose sight of the task at hand. This is only the first step in Murphy McNully's quest to be the best he can be!”
“What's next, Coach?”
“Next? Hm... right, next.” Iris tapped her fingers on her bottom lip, worriedly.
“Iris, are you making this up as you go?” He asked her, raising his eyebrow.
“Of course I'm not making it up as I go! But it's important both in coaching and commentating to not be overly rigid, so I left room for flexibility.” Iris covered her tracks brilliantly
“And flexibility allows us re-evaluate based on my progress, brilliant Iris!”
“Exactly! Brilliant observation, Murphy!” Oh yeah, this was flirting at it's finest, and Murphy was lapping it up.
“It's like a chaser having to break formation to dodge a bludger! Or a seeker suddenly having to change course!”
“All right Murphy-”
“Or a beater having to-”
“Murphy McNully! How many times do I have to tell you to keep your voice down!” Pince hollered at him.
“Well, this was inevitable.”
“Sorry, Madam Pince. Keeping my voice down isn't exactly my strong suit... in fact I have trouble controlling it at all.”
“Then may I suggest you go somewhere and learn to do just that.”
“That's it Murphy! I know what we should do next! You need to learn voice control and especially how to project your voice even further while announcing Quidditch.” Iris told him happily, looking like she had struck gold in a mind.
“Blimey Iris, that sounds like a dream come true.”
“Then lets head to the Charms classroom where you can shout as much as you want. It's the next step of your training.”