 be curious, not judgmental
Callum had regrets.
Yesterday had been wild. Exhilarating. It was one thing to practice with the team; it was another thing ENTIRELY to translate that same level of confidence to a stadium packed with people. The cheers of rowdy students still echoed in his head, and he was certain he would never forget what that kind of energy sounded like, what it FELT like, and he wanted more. But it was odd - he wasn't sure he cared all that much for the actual gameplay of Quidditch. He did, however, enjoy defending his teammates, looking out for them, protecting them, and helping them safely score or chase down the snitch - not because he wanted to win, but because he cared about them. They were unruly and goofy and a rather unconventional team in his eyes, but he loved them. They were his unruly teammates. The camaraderie sent electricity through his veins he only otherwise experienced when-... well... that wasn't important.
The thing was, yesterday was maybe a little too great. Hadn't been at the time, but the regret came to life when he woke up this morning. He'd slept maybe only an hour, hadn't had the energy to shower, and was uncharacteristically tardy to practice. Maybe he wasn't LATE late, but considering he strove to be the first one there as often as he could, the seventh year knew his overall ragged appearance and behavior was likely to raise some eyebrows. That was why when he joined the group, in full gear but looking battered and worn down, his choice of greeting as he came to a halt beside Emma was simply, "Late night."
He lazily lifted an elbow and gently rested it on the top of Emma's head to use as an armrest. A playful gesture, but he was also still trying to adjust to the sunlight beaming down upon them and needed to adequately steady himself. A two-in-one move.
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