PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
See here; Ryden was not heartless. She WOULD be all jumpy and happy and screaming at the top of her voice but there WERE a few reasons why she was not doing the above. One, she'd lost her voice the last time and the brunette NEEDED her voice; two, it was too cold to be jumpy, especially on an empty stomach and three, this was all reminding her of the last game where she'd thought Slytherin was a shoe in before Hufflepuff swooped down and caught the snitch.
At any rate, she was just going to sit here with a light smile and admire the Ravenclaw keeper who was infinitely cuter than anyone else on the field. Once again, Koala Boy suddenly popped into her head and she fiercely shoved the thought away - HE would not get any more Ryden thinking time. Nope nope. Ravenclaw keeper thoughts were much simpler, much more fun and a lot less weird.
Or, well, ya know.
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