Quote:
Originally Posted by
Bubbles 
At first, Kennedy thought he was being ignored, but to his relief he wasn't... and she lowered her beaters bat. "I've heard," he said, returning the smile. Although he wasn't there to experience those wins, he was very proud of his house. It sometimes felt like if he had been here for a longer time than he's actually been. He didn't even need to think twice to answer her question. "It really does," he nodded with an even wider smile. Sure, he was raised to learn how win and lose, but he liked being on the winning side. It sometimes made him feel guilty.
He looked down at his plate, then at the food table and then back at her. "Plenty," he grinned sheepishly, secretly wondering if he had gotten too many. "You're welcome to take one," he said, offering her the sandwiches on his plate. That's the least he could do to show his gratitude for her helping the team win.
Well, good. At least he was in agreement with how she felt about winning. He
was a Slytherin, after all. She'd be surprised if he
wasn't fond of being in first place. Then again, there were always the bad apples of the bunch--those who ended up in Slytherin house and always wished they were a Puffer instead. This boy didn't seem to be one of those kind, though. Thank Merlin. She'd likely have to gag and leave if he were.
"Good," she said.
"Walk me over." Then she turned and headed to the food table, fully expecting the boy to follow.
"Thanks for the offer, but I can get my own. Besides, I don't mind if you eat three sandwiches." It just showed he wasn't as wimpy as some of the boys she knew. Hmm...
"Do you play Quidditch?" she asked.
"I mean, on your own, or something?" Anyone eating three sandwiches should be an athlete.
She bit into her sandwich and washed it down with some punch.
"So, what's your name?" she asked.