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noodles
Nathan laughed. “Too much female company, eh, mate?” He asked raising an eyebrow. “Not sure you should be grumbling about that.” He teased but knew what Brian mean'twas getting at. The females at the Ministry outnumbered the males by a looong shot, so it was nice to have male company once in a while. Things were different at the Daily Prophet. The division almost equal....ish.
"Well don't be working too hard." He said with a smile. "You should try and get to see the match if you can." He patted Brian on the back again affectionately. “Excuse me, mate. I'm going to try and find my portkey.” He wandered off from the group deciding to attempt to get to the campsite. They would need to be there early if they wanted a good spot.
“Yeah. I'm good too. Looking forward to the camping more than the Quidditch.” He teased. “You look like you're here ready to work.” He commented. “You know that's not going to happen, right?” He winked. “...Because you and I...” He placed an arm around Tristan's shoulders. “...are here to have a ball.”
Glancing around again to see if he could see the portkeys, he looked at Tristan when he stated what his object was. He laughed. “Your choice?” He asked. Well they would be keeping that come Tristan's landing. “Er, mines a bowler hat.”
While Nathan was busy talking to his other friend, Tristan took the opportunity to look around to see if his own portkey was anywhere near. How hard can it be to find a microphone? Well with all the people walking around to everywhere, it wasn't as easy. He wasn't even sure if he was supposed to go looking for it or what. It's not like he travelled by portkey all his life.
As his friend turned to him again, Tristan gave a small smile to the bloke he was talking with, and put his attention towards their own conversation.
"Really? I thought you'd be going crazy for this. You being a keeper and all." he grinned and blinked.
Work? "Well, I'm not going to be enjoying the game...so might aswell- It's not?" and eyebrow raised at the statement, still looking at Nathan as he felt the arm on his shoulders.
A ball? Slowly, as if totally cathing the drift, a grin appeared on his face and nods of agreement followed.
"Beats doodling." Which was what he was going to do. He usually did that when bored.
Tristan rolled his eyes, more for the choice of his portkey than the laughing of it.
"Well yeah... Good memories..." he shrugged and grinned a bit embarrassed.
"A bowler hat? Hey you could keep that, I bet it'll look good on you." he laughed knowing that it might not exctly be Nathan's style of headwear. Did anyone even use those anymore?
"So, how do we do this. I'm not to used to travelling by portkey."