Vesper...was seriously rethinking quidditch.

After Nigel had rescued her from the pitch, he'd been the perfect gentleman and had helped her up the many flights of stairs and along corridors to their common room. Because she wasn't one to miss opportunities, Ves had proceeded to cling to him the entire way there...because she could...and because her leg had kinda forced her to. The trip up...had made something even more clear to the Ravenclaw, though...Something quite useful. Being close to a boy you liked...in that way...was different than being close to other boys. Of course, Nigel didn't know anything, being a boy and not very observant, but Ves had quickly decided she liked being close to him...and had nearly fainted from the whole thing.

INCLUDING all the lame girly crying she'd been doing...

Once she'd gotten comfortable on the couch, Nigel had disappeared...but Ves didn't mind that. Her leg hadn't stopped being a thing...and she'd embarrassed herself enough in front of him for one day. There was always tomorrow....

Now...all she needed was a Dora....and her notebook...