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The1HBIC 
He really didn't need to say anything. The look on his face was enough to tell her how he felt right now. She knew what this meant to him. They had talked about it at the beginning of the term.
"You're quite welcome West. And I wish you the best of luck in your future career." Even if she still wasn't a fan of quidditch.
He took it back and pocketed it, leaving his hand in his pocket, fist closed around it. The feel of it was a comfort honestly. Amazing how such a small piece of metal could mean so much after so long.
West grinned, he knew how Tillstorm felt about Quidditch, even if in a way Quidditch was the reason they had got to know each other, since if he hadn't played back then, he wouldn't have had a broom for her to borrow.
"I won't send you game tickets, I promise, but I might send you concert tickets when The Dead Kneazles hit the big time." Dreaming big over here, obviously. Slytherin ambition shining through.