Alistaire Firth made his way over to watch the Gobstones match. It was the last one of the term, and if his Lions did well enough, they'd keep Slytherin from winning the championship.

Who was here? Oh, Airey! He would definitely be cheering for Gryffindor as well. As Firth made his way over towards the man, he noticed Jory there as well. On such a fine spring afternoon, too! Although, with everything starting to bloom, the Scot's nose had been out of sorts for the past few days.

He was almost to the duo when a tickle in his nose made him have to... "Aa.. AA... A-CHOO!" Lovely. "Sorry abou' that!" he said in a friendly manner. "Airey, Jory, good ter see yeh!" And he stuck his hand out for a shake to both of their hands in turn. "Beau'iful day fer Gobstones!" He altogether failed to notice that Airey was being a bum.