 For LEMON and ALL THE PEOPLE Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
W. Hughbert had been to exactly one Quidditch game in his whole life. It had been exactly as he had expected- mediocre. The woman had only taken him, anyway, because she had some Pureblood fundraising thing in one of the boxes. Boring, yo.
BUT the whole day hadn't been a total bust. Because he saw a girl gnaw on another player's arm. WHAT?! Yo, it had been wiiiicked.
Sure, the woman had scoffed and said no lady would ever conduct themselves in such a disgraceful manner, but Hugh had been mesmerised.
Which was why he was here. To applaud her-- he had since found out her name was Alice Fischer-- for her chomping skills. And the way she generally didn't seem to care. About anything. She was AMAZING.
But it was cool. He was cool. This was cool. After all, he had practiced. 'Hi. I saw you bite someone in the forehead. Will you sign mine?' 'Yo, sup? I know you're busy but I'd be chill if you signed my potato face.' 'Hi. I'm Hugh. You don't need to introduce yourself. I know your name. Not because I'm a stalker or anything but because you're famous. Sign me?'
Instead, all that came out was a weak attempt at talking across the room with bug eyes, "Bite stalker chill my forehead?"
Nailed it, yo.
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