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PHEW! So, the studying-for-finals screw up had been safely remedied. Maybe polyjuicin' it wasn't too bad after all... if you knew how to act, at least. Maybe a course in theatre would have done Theo some good before undertaking this task. Not as if he had gotten much of a choice, anyway; it was a final for potions, after all, and one didn't want to mess with Miss Hecate Lefay.
"Quidditch, yeah!" Braeden brightened up. I mean, Theo brightened up. Both of them did. Neither of them did. I SHOULD GET PAID FOR NARRATING THIS MADNESS. "Yeah, love, last game was a bit... a bit hard for a few of us. I'm really glad you won," He made as if to give her a kiss on the cheek but held back. That was crossing the line! There was acting, and then there was going to far. Oops. "Theo was just bummed that he couldn't play. My best mate, y'know..." His gaze fell to the dirt path that they walked on as the dramatic skills came naturally to him. Having gotten food poisoning minutes before the big match, Theodore had been resigned to bed while everyone else had had a ball. He couldn't help but think that had he played, they might have won. But no, that was presumptuous. What was done was done.
Alfie Emma listened as Braeden began speaking about the last game, something that Alfie unfortunately knew nothing about. As he mentioned her winning, she attempted to give a bit of a smirk, as though to show pride in her great win. But it was as she caught Braeden leaning in from the corner of her eye that Alfie began to freak out, fully prepared to make up an excuse and run away, when he suddenly thought better of it.
Oh thank Merlin! As the conversation returned to the game, her heartbeat returned to normal, glad that she had narrowly avoided a kiss on the cheek from Braeden Stonem. What if she had to report back to Emma and explain that?!
She hadn't known there was a game, so of course she hadn't attended, and therefore didn't know that Theo had to sit it out. Curious, she lifted her head as though to ask why, but quickly bit her own tongue in realization; Emma would have already played, she obviously would've known what had happened! "Yeah, it was too bad that he couldn't play," she agreed, simply playing along though having no idea what she was talking about. "But, he's okay now right?" she prompted innocently, hoping that Emma wouldn't already know that fact. Alfie sure didn't. But maybe Emma would. Would she? Oh man, this entire narration deserves awards!