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Tegz 
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.
Smart kid he was saying he wouldn't send her game tickets that she would never use.
"Right. Don't waste your game tickets on me. Send them to someone who will actually use them." Wait, she didn't mean for that to sound mean or anything.
"But Waylon and I would love to come to a concert once you guys hit the big time." Yep, she would drag Waylon along with her even if he didn't want to go.
"Now go finish your meal and enjoy the company of your friends. Before you know it, it will be time to leave." For the very last time.