OHHAITROPHYROOMWELOVEYOU! Not more than the grounds, though.

Her mood seemed lighter than it had been back in the dormitory. She couldn't believe she'd started complaining about yellow and ended up in a place that had golden trophies and plaques. Gold may not be the same as yellow, but it was a relative.

She didn't mind gold, actually. Perhaps it had something to do with SHINY things. Niffler.

The minute she entered the Trophy Room she realized she'd been right. The place was a mess. CLEARLY, not many people cared for the old, clean days of Hogwarts. Those were the BEST days too. "Vacavus," she'd been tapping this vacuum for hours now, it was ridiculous. But she pressed the cylinder bit to the trophies and plaques in the hope of getting rid of the THICK LAYER OF DUST that resides in them and take a glimpse of the school's former glory, when...

...Milton Shacklebolt.

You cannot be serious.

Is that the first plaque she was supposed to find? Was this a joke? She missed Milton, though, so she couldn't help but give the Captain plaque a sad smile. He was alive somewhere. That was comfort enough. They weren't ALL dying if there was someone fighting to live, right Airey?

JAYBFGCREUGKSFMJSADBFJCGBVNBVKJFBV!

That was it! That could be one of the points, yes? She is extremely brilliant. They could pretty much agree on the fact that the black hole was also fighting to exist, and not merely dying and taking everything along with him.

BEAM.

"Well, that's enlightening." And worthy of any rebel. To fight against nature, yeah?

Quite frankly, she forgot to keep on cleaning because she had to TELL this to Airey (even if she'd cleaned a great deal by now). And so she left the Trophy Room and went straight to the Astronomy tower. We have more-than-important business to discuss.

Peyton entered the trophy room like a ninja. Last term's events were still ever so present in this fourth year's mind, and even though the trophy kidnapping had been on purpose to serve an activity, she couldn't help feel shifty about this term. Come on, why else would the elves have left? There was probably a troll hidden somewhere with the walls or something.

Meh.

She was here to clean Slytherin's precious treasure. Walking in further she stopped in front of the snake section. Her eyes landed on a specific plaque. More like a few. But the name was the same. Kennedy Escalante. Her ever so "perfect" cousin. She couldn't feel the irritation she'd normally feel toward him. Maybe she was finally accepting him?

Naaaah. Peyton doubted they'd ever get along.

BUT he wasn't going to ruin her haaaaaaaaaaaappy mood. She tapped her wand on the vacuum. "Vacavus!" Automatically she maneuvered the nozzle around the plaques to where the dust lay like a blanket.

She wasn't going to clean around Kennedy's plaques, but they just looked SO pretty that she did. Oh well, he owed her now. Even if he didn't know. Heheheheheeee.

Golden Ratio. The ratio of something or other. Yep Minerva was on this or tried to be at least. It confused her, but she had ice cream in hand so that made it better. Moving along the castle seeing if anything would jump out at her she made her way into the trophy room. Hmm she had never been in this room. How was it that she was a sixth year, loved playing quidditch, was on the team, and had never been in the trophy room. That was just odd.

Walking into the room she noticed all the trophies, plaques, and names. Wow there were so many. She ventured looking around. Seeing the shape of the trophies she wondered. Could this be a Golden Ratio? Well she didn't see why not, if she knew what she was doing and she didn't then these trophies could be a golden ration. Taking a quick bite of her ice cream, she pulled out her parchment and jotted notes down.

Once that was finished she was about to leave when something came to her mind. She wondered, she knew nothing of her mother.. .NOTHING from Hogwarts. She knew all about her being muggle but her real life the one she was born with had always been a secret. She scanned the trophies, what year would she have even been here. Trying to do the math in her head she stopped in front of a group of older trophies and smiled at all the Hufflepuff. They always had a great team..

*beams*

The beam left her face quickly as she glanced at one of the trophies. Her face went white. She really didn't think that her thought would become reality, but right there.. right in front of her was a Hufflepuff plaque and the Hufflepuff beater was none other than Vicky Blaze. Vicky Blaze, Vicky Blaze.. She read it over and over again.. That was her mom, her mom played quidditch. Her mom played the same position she loved.. Minerva jumped with excitement. There was only one person she thought of at that moment and she took off to find him. Ethan had to see this.

Okay... okay... he was running out of time. Like really. He needed to HURRY UP otherwise Hadley was going to be mad.

Alec raced up the stairs and along the third floor corridor, his mind on one room in particular. The idea had entered his mind when he was somewhere near the Great Hall and was reminded of the goblets they had had last term. If they were still there, he would have gone down to the kitchens to do a bit of measuring but they weren't so... he was coming here, where goblet-like shapes seemed to be. Sort of.

He skidded to a halt outside of the trophy room and entered slowly, his eyes scanning around for a sign of the shape he was looking for. But his eyes travelled over towards the Quidditch Cup trophies instead and he paused, a smile spreading across his face. It was nice to see that Hufflepuff sign on a couple of them and it was even nicer knowing that he had had a part to play in that. Yeah...

... He was getting distracted!

Shaking his head, Alec headed over towards the House Cup trophies section instead. It was nice knowing that he had had a part to play in keeping the House Cup trophy in the Hufflepuff house for some of these past terms. Really. He placed the journal and quill down on the floor and held the ruler up. Okay... this was going to be hard because... of the glass case. He moved the ruler around a little awkwardly, trying to measure the cup as accurately as possible. Would this... even count? Because of the glass or...?

It'd have to do!

He bent down and scribbled in some figures and calculating a couple of things too. Okay... so these trophies followed the Golden Ratio rule too? Did Hadley have a hand in making sure that that was the case or...?

Wait! No! He was DONE! That meant one thing: ICE CREAM! GRIN. HE WAS COMING!

Minerva had almost forgotten she wanted to show Ethan something in this very room. With everything that had happened, she was still feeling upset over and with the upset feeling came the feeling of needing her parents. She hated when those feelings started, because there was nothing to fix it, so she needed to get over it, but those feelings made her remember this very important room.

Hand squeezing tightly around Ethan's she didn't really tell him what she wanted to show him, just that it was super important. Entering the room she glanced around. It still looked the same and again she was so thankful the goblins didn't come in here. She would have never found her own treasure if they would have. Turning once in the room she smiled to Ethan. This is were it's at." She started feeling excited which was a nice change from dread that she had been feeling for so many days.

Hand clasped tightly around Minerva's, Ethan followed her up the stairs and through the corridor. He wasn't sure where exactly they were going, but she seemed pretty excited about showing him something so he was eager to know what was so important to her. Not only that, but he was enjoying spending a few moments alone with her where they weren't feeling caught under a dismal shadow. It was nice feeling a sense of normalcy after recent events.

As she pulled him into the trophy room, green eyes swept the immediate vicinity, wondering why she had brought him here. "Been a while since I was here," he mused aloud as he remembered looking at some of the Ravenclaw trophies when he first transferred here. He looked up at her words and returned the smile, glad that she seemed so happy in this moment. "This is where what is at?" What did she want to show him?

Minerva's eyes followed his and she gave a small smile. She felt it was nice to smile, it had been hard to smile for a awhile. "You've been in here before?" Why did it take her six terms to come here. She couldn't understand what took so long. Well anyway she had come finally and she was so glad she did. Pulling him over to the one side she kissed his cheek. Smiling, she knew he had not clue what it was about but he soon would.

She pulled him over to a far corner and took both his hands. "I was wondering around the castle one day doing my Arithmancy homework when I came in here. I didn't even think about it at first. I was just looking for that Golden Ration and a thought came to me." Her smile was growing every second that shew as talking. "I was shocked when I found it. I really didn't believe I would ever find anything like this." She pointed to the middle trophy on the shelf. It was a Hufflepuff older trophy, "Look at the name under the Beater." She looked at it still amazed that she found it. Vicky Blaze.. It was right there all this time..

Green eyes left the display of trophies, wandering back to Minerva as Ethan heard her words and he nodded, giving her a smile in return. He still didn't know what this was about but he was just glad to see her happy and smiling.. and not in a fake, induced way. There was something genuine in her face which made him happier than he felt in a month. "Yeah.. not long after I first got here. I wandered around and found this room.. looked at some of the trophies. Did you know my aunt once caught the winning snitch that helped Ravenclaw get the Quidditch cup a while back?" he said with a chuckle. Of course she probably did.. that was one story Mariel told incessantly.

He followed her over to a corner and smiled at the kiss. What could she be so happy about? Ethan watched her and listened, holding her hands in his. Arithmancy homework..? That class seemed a bit.. off this term and he had kind of glossed over the homework, so he still wasn't sure what she was talking about, most likely apparent by the slightly confused look on his face. "Found it..?" he repeated slowly. "Found what?" His gaze followed her pointing finger and he stepped a little closer to the trophy.. a Hufflepuff trophy. He peered down at it and read, "Vicky Blaze.." Why did that name sound.. oh. He turned and looked at Minerva with an awed grin on his face. "That's your mother, isn't it?" How amazing was that..

Minerva bounced a bit at his words and nodded. "It is.. It's her. I can't believe I found her name, I found her here." She was smiling and felt tears in her eyes. Hadn't she cried enough in the last month, but at least this time it was happy reasons. She hadn't felt any connection in six years to her mom and all along she was sitting in a little case. "She was a beater too." Well she figured he saw that, but she had to repeat it. "It's on two different trophies, two different years." She pointed at the other one.

"I just can't believe I found them." She stood facing the glass looking at the name still in a bit of shock over it. She was in aww more than anything. "She hated muggle sports, I figured she hated all sports. She always wanted me to dance, not play sports." Then she shook her head and laughed. "Probably thought I would get less hurt. Wonder if she ever got a bad concussion." She half wondered if her mom would be upset she played beater. She glanced at the trophies on the other side that Ethan had glanced at. "Is Mariel on those ones? What about your parents, did they play?" She was curious about all of it now. Turning she looked at her mom's name again.

Ethan smiled even wider at Minerva's excitement. He was so happy that she had found this memento of her mother's, a small link to her past.. he had an idea of how much this might have meant to her. "That's so amazing, Min," he said and wrapped her up in a hug. "She was a beater?" He released her and peered back into the cabinet again. There it was, right beside her name.. he had been so focused on the name, he didn't notice the position. "You must really take after her then.." he mused aloud, looking back at her and smiling. "I'm really glad that you found this.." It must mean so much to her to find her mother's name on something so closely linked to herself when she knew so very little about her mother's magical past.

Ethan looked back into the display case, his eyes alternating between the two trophies she had pointed out. "It's just really amazing that you did.. and that she played the same position as you." He couldn't imagine what she was feeling right now.. maybe imagining her mother in a game. No wonder she was so excited. Though he did find it rather odd that she hadn't wanted Min to play in any sports, maybe she had gotten injured and didn't want her suffering the same fate. He shuddered at the recent memory.

"Yeah, she's on three that I saw," he said, pointing out the trophies he had seen with his aunt's name on them. "My dad played," he said, turning back to her. "But he didn't go to school here.. he has a couple at Beauxbatons though," he added with a small smile, figuring she got so lost in the excitement she wouldn't have thought of that. He had seen those trophies his first year there. "As for my mum.." Ethan wandered over to the past Slytherin awards. "She wasn't much of an athlete, though I do think she was a reserve at one point." She had only maybe mentioned it once or twice in passing as the sport wasn't really her thing, and he really didn't think it all that likely for her name to be here.

Minerva watched excitedly as Ethan seemed to be taking it all in. She bounced a bit, "Yeah a beater. I could have never pictured her as a beater. She was always so...girly maybe is the best word." She chuckled a bit which was a nice change. "Do you think? I mean.. it seems like it, I just always thought maybe I was more like my dad, but now.. " She smile grew thinking about it and she looked back at the case. Taking his hand she squeezed it, "You're the first person I thought of when I found it. I had to share it with you."

She felt the shudder as she held his hand and nudged him, "Hey I'm fine.. Don't think about it." She wasn't sure if that was what he was thinking, but since they were talking about injuries she just assumed. Min then smiled and let go of his hand looking towards the other trophies, "Three? Wow she is such a great player. I think you take after her with quidditch." Why wouldn't he, he was a great player. Blue eyes glanced back at him and a small blush, "Oh that's right, I'm sorry it slipped my mind." She knew that why did she ask, her mind was really only thinking of her mother when she first came in. This was just beyond amazing in her head.

She watched him head towards the Slytherin trophies, it still shocked her his mom was a slytherin. Not that it was a bad thing, she just didn't picture it. Walking up behind him she put her arms around him. "It's neat seeing their names on in here, isn't it?" Maybe it was just her way of thinking. It was an exciting weird, but still weird. She walked back over looking at the puff trophies. This was the greatest find ever...

Smiling more than he had in days, Ethan turned back to Minerva, just gazing happily at her. It had almost felt like the turmoil of recent days were long behind them - at least for right now - with just this simple find and he was thankful to share in this moment with her. Listening to Min talk and speculate a bit about it, he nodded thoughtfully. "It is pretty fascinating that she played the same position as you and everything.. I guess you're a pretty good mix of both.. but yeah, I'd say you must take after her more than you thought." He briefly wondered why her mother pushed her away from sports when she had played herself. Perhaps she had been injured.. or began resenting the violent aspect of the position.. and wanted to save her from that. He didn't voice that thought, however, knowing that it made her sad to not know much about her and she would only be able to speculate this. He was snapped out of his thoughts by her next words and his smile grew. "You thought of me?" he asked, squeezing her hand as well. "Well.. I'm really glad I could share this with you." He knew how special this was for her.

He smiled a bit sheepishly as she nudged him, knowing she could read his thoughts. "Yeah, I know you are.. it was just really hard to watch.. and know you were really hurt.." He drifted off, his thoughts going back to that game and its aftermath fro a moment. He turned back and took both of her hands in his, looking in her blue eyes. "Are you, really? Are the headaches gone now?" He knew she had been injured very badly and hoped there was no residual damage. He watched her looking at the Ravenclaw trophies, then shrugged a little as he glanced again at the past trophies he had seen earlier. "I'm not nearly as good as she was.. but that's alright, I don't plan to make a career of it.." It was pretty cool to be related to someone who had played professionally though.

As his green eyes fell over the past Slytherin Quidditch trophies, he felt her come up behind him and he put his arms on hers. He figured it was pretty unlikely that his own mother was on one of these trophies but he allowed his eyes to fall over that house's trophies anyway. "Yeah, it is pretty cool.." He allowed the hint of a grin play at the corners of his lips and he glanced over as she walked back to the Hufflepuff trophies.

Minerva looked at Ethan her grin not leaving her face. "Yeah maybe I am." That wasn't a bad thing. She knew they had great things about them and if she had a little of that she would be happy. "I wonder if she was good, I bet much better than I am." Now she felt like she had to get better. This was the proof that she had to live up to her. I wish there were pictures, that would be.. " Then her brain clicked why hadn't she thought of this stuff until now. Was she to wrapped up in school and Ethan to think clearly about it or was it just not there until now. "The library.. the old year books. I wonder if there is pictures." She couldn't help the excited look on her face. Pictures of her mom at hogwarts it was like finding a golden treasure. Feeling him squeeze her hand she looked down at it, lifting his hands to her lips and kissing it. "Of course I thought of you. I couldn't wait to show you." She couldn't think of anyone else that would know how much this meant to her and since it was so special he was the only one she wanted around.

She saw him take both her hands and really look at her. She couldn't help to look at him so lovingly. He was always so worried about her. "I know it was and I'm sorry I made you worry." She couldn't hide the upset feeling she still had for not seeing the hit coming and the fact that her broom was broken. She then tried to come up with the best answer. "They are still around just a bit. I plan on seeing Hadley about them." She was not going near that Healers office, feeling happy to the fact that she was only part time and not at school often. A small shudder went through her thinking about it.

Moving her eyes back to him she smiled, "You are an amazing player my hot keeper boy." She chuckled and kissed his cheek. "I think Mariel would be super proud of you. Keeper was her position, right?" Min almost forgot she played professionally that was a cool thing about her, but it also made her nervous to practice with her knowing she could never be that good. "Well I think you could if you really wanted to, but then where would your pl *deep breath* plants be without you." She gave a small smile hating that she was stumbling through anything that dealt with his passion.



She was still grinning looking at the trophies, making a mental image to store in her brain of her mothers name. It was just to amazing for words. She looked at the championship trophy from a few terms back where her name sat, she still felt lucky to even have been a part of that since she was just a sub that match. It was so amazing to have her name so closely to her mothers. Eyes meeting Ethan's she smiled, "Did you find your mom's name at all?"

Ethan couldn't help but smile as he looked at Minerva.. her excitement was contagious and he was genuinely happy for her. He tilted his head, looking at her a bit curiously at her words. "What do you mean? You're a great beater.." He didn't know why she never thought she was as good as he could see that she was. "I bet she would be really proud of you." His green eyes glanced around the room, thinking about all the past players and how their own names would be in here on trophies too when he vaguely heard her words filter through his mind. Pictures.. why didn't he think of that before? He snapped his eyes to her and opened his mouth to say something but it seemed she had the same idea. He chuckled a bit thinking how much on the same wavelength they were right now and he nodded happily. "Yes.. I think they would have them.. my mum showed me one of her old yearbooks once. We should head over to the library next." He smiled at the kiss to his hand, just happy to share in this moment with her knowing how special and important it was.

His smile faltered just a bit as he thought about the game they played against each other.. his memories of that bludger hit and her reluctance to wake up still fresh in his mind. He tried to smile a bit, just to be reassuring, and he shook his head lightly. "No, don't be sorry.. It wasn't your fault and I'm going to worry about you whether you like it or not." He chuckled just a bit, then frowned some. "The headaches are still lingering?" he asked slowly, then nodded. "Okay.." Yes, he thought Hadley was a much better option than that horrid woman, whether that was her chosen profession or not. He noticed Min's shudder and he couldn't help to pull her a little closer into a hug, just holding her silently for a moment.

Oh, was he blushing? Maybe a little.. he smiled at her words and the kiss on his cheek. "I don't know how amazing I am.." Though he did feel like he was settling into his new position a little more. And he grinned a bit at her nickname for him. "You really think I'm hot, huh?" he loosely took her hand and played with her fingers, looking down at their hands and not meeting her eyes just yet. He looked up at her as she mentioned his aunt. "You think so?" he said lightly, then nodded. "Yes.. I think she played them all at Hogwarts.. but Keeper was her position when she played for the Macaws." He almost wished she still played. They got to see a lot more games when she did.

He shook his head a bit as he looked back to the trophies. He knew he wasn't that good.. then his eyes snapped back to hers as he heard the hesitation in her voice, feeling sad that she had such a fear of something he loved so much. He hoped he could help her get over it somehow. "I think I'll stick with my original plans.." he said, giving her a little smile, then searching the Slytherin trophies again. "No.." he said, looking back at her. He didn't really think he'd find his mother's name, though he had to admit it might have been cool to see. "Quidditch wasn't really her thing though.. maybe it'll come up somewhere else.."

She smiled, but shook her head. "I''m not.. I barely touch the bludgers with my bat at matches. I need to be faster. I need not to get hurt so much." She knew he wouldn't like here that one, but it was the truth. Her mind wondered as he said about her being proud. Was she or would she have been. That thought had crossed her mind so many times over the years. She wanted nothing more than to make them proud of her. "I really hope so. I hope her and dad both would be." It was one of her biggest pushes with class and life in general. The thought of them being proud of her and not really knowing if they would be. Blue eyes snapping up he thought it was a good idea that was great. "Would you mind.. I mean could we.. I mean that would be great. " Seeing her mom at school.. in pictures that just sounded amazing.

How much he took care of her, it was so wonderful and her heart skipped at his words. "I feel the same way, but I think you know that." How many over protective words or actions had she given him over the past two years. It was obvious she was a worrier. Her smile faded as she knew the headache talk was going to upset him. "Yes they are, but they aren't bad. I don't really have to take anything for them. They are more annoying then anything else." It wasn't like she was in horrible pain, just a little pain. She was glad he understood why she would go to Hadley and not crazy healer. She smiled as he hugged her, the wounds of that detention still open. She knew why he was hugging her tightly and she hugged right back. It was a horrid evening and horrible events happened, but it didn't break their bond to each other if anything it made them closer.


Squeezing his hand she shook her head, "You are amazing. You play amazing, you fly amazing. From what I've heard you played awesome at the match against us. I just wish I would have been awake to have seen it." Moving on from that subject though, no need to keep reminding him that she was knocked out. She playfully rolled her eyes, "Of course you're hot. I wouldn't be with you if you weren't." She laughed knowing she was not joking about his adorable cuteness, but she was joking about being with him only because of it. "You are the hottest guy I know." She leaned in giving him a quick kiss. "I love you." She smiled sweetly towards him. "I would have liked seeing her play. She had to have been awesome and how awesome to be able to tell all your friends that you had an Aunt on a team." She couldn't imagine something so neat. When he couldn't find his mom on any of the trophies, Min felt a little bad about being so excited to find hers, but he was right. Quidditch wasn't for everyone and she might have been more gobstones, prefect, or even academic material instead of quidditch. "We will have to keep our eyes open to find her." Like a treasure hunt or something.

Ethan chuckled a bit as she shook her head and he did the same. She was really so much a better player than she gave herself credit for. "Now, come on.. you know you're a good beater. You wouldn't have made the team if you weren't." He shrugged a little. "Besides, I could say the same about myself.. I could be faster and more adept at blocking shots." He knew he was nowhere near the Keeper his aunt was. The his eyes snapped up as she mentioned getting hurt, He nodded wordlessly in agreement, squeezing her hand a bit. He couldn't stand the sight of her getting hurt.. he hoped with everything he had he'd never have to witness that again.

Ethan couldn't help but smile at her words. He knew she was as protective over him as he was over her.. he really loved that about her, she was so sweet. "I know.. you take really good care of me," he grinned, unable to help his mind from wandering to when he had been injured in a recent game. His smile faltered a bit and he nodded his understanding as she recalled the headaches, glad that they didn't sound too bad but still.. "Well, that's good.. I think.. but make sure you see Hadley as soon as possible.. please?" As in, later today. He didn't know much about concussions other than what he had read when he was trying to help her, but it didn't sound so good to him that the headaches were still lingering, even if they weren't as bad.

Chuckling a bit at her words, he shook his head and smiled a little. "Careful.. you'll end up giving me an over-inflated ego." He knew he wasn't nearly as good as she was saying, but she was very sweet to build him up that way. And he did feel like he was getting better. "Well, I don't know about that," he shrugged. "The game was kind of a blur for me." He did notice on the Quidditch leader board that he had achieved several blocked shots in the game, however.. even if his head wasn't in it. He grinned widely at her words, pulling her close as she kissed him. "I guess its only fitting that we're together then.. since you're the prettiest girl I know." He gave her a wink and said, "I love you too."

He nodded a little, thinking about when his aunt played. It hadn't really been all that long ago but he missed seeing those games. "It's too bad I didn't know you then.. I could have taken you to see her. She only stopped playing a couple years ago." It had been kind of surprising when she moved back to England but he thought he knew the reason.. though he wondered if she would now go back to it. He shook himself from those thoughts when talk turned back to his mother. "Yeah, it might be cool to find something about her here.." He glanced at all the trophies, knowing that it was unlikely here, but maybe somewhere else. "Did you want to head over to the library? Or.. whenever you're ready.." It seemed like she was really enjoying looking at the trophies and thinking of her mom's time here.. she could take her time if she wanted. Though talk of libraries and yearbooks made him think of something. "What year did your mom graduate?"

Minerva shrugged and smiled she knew this was a fight neither was going to win. They both though the other was great at their positions. That was one of the things she loved so much about him. He was just so supportive in whatever she was doing. She hoped he felt the same about her, she tried to always support him and hoped she did an alright job. Then she awed as he noticed that she took care of him, “Well I try.. I worry about you at Uni next term. Who’s going to make you dinner and snacks?” She chuckled a bit, but she was worried. Not only about who would feed him, but she had this fear of losing him once he went to Uni that she didn’t want in her mind. Not now, not here.

Why didn’t she realize he was going to be pushy about her seeing someone. She knew if she didn’t go soon he would be escorting her to a professor’s office. At least she knew he wouldn’t be taking her to the healer. She didn’t think he would ever suggest that again. “I’ll go.. I promise, but later alright. Let’s just enjoy this… “ because there wasn’t much time for this left.
“I’m only speaking the truth” She winked at him. It was the truth. She frowned a bit as he remembered the game. She wish she could remember any of it. The fact that she made him worry so much and not play his best when his parents were there made her feel so bad. “I still feel bad your parents saw that.. Maybe they should come to the last match to watch you.” There was one more match for him, maybe they could see him play then.

Blushing at his prettiest girl words she smiled, “I think there are other girls a lot prettier than me E.. You might need your eyes checked.” He had to have his eyes check had he not met some of these girls here. Oh that would have been fun going to see Mariel play. Minerva really enjoyed Ethan’s Aunt and seeing her play would have been amazing, but she didn’t and that was alright. She got to practice with Mariel over the last summer and that was just as well. Looking at the trophies one last time she turned to Ethan.. “Yes the library sounds fine.. Let’s head that way.” She grabbed his hand and thought about his question. “Well she would have been 43 so… “ Minerva tried to do the math in her head, “So 2056 if my math is right..” Was that right, she thought it was.

Ethan pouted a little as Minerva brought up Uni and not being there to cook for him. Of course, it was a teasing pout, but deep down he knew how appropriate it was. He would miss her cooking. "I guess you'll have to owl me packages of goodies on a regular basis.. Put Liesel to work." He winked at her and chuckled a bit. "I'm sure there are elves there, but it's probably a good thing that you've been teaching me how to cook a little. Though I will miss your cooking.." Which was why the regular owl packages would be necessary. He wasn't kidding. He also didn't really want to think about that just yet.. It was still a good.. uh, four? months away. Oh, was that all..?

Pushing those thoughts away for now, he gave her an understanding nod as she said she'd see Hadley later and gave her a smile. He was rather enjoying this moment right now. And he knew he should take moments like these while he could get them. In a few short months, moments like these would be rare. No.. he wasn't thinking about that right now.. Mentally shaking himself from those thoughts, he tried to focus on what Min was talking about.. Quidditch. He shrugged. "Not a big deal.. I think they're just glad you're alright.." Nodding, he added, "Yeah, I think my mum said something about it in her last owl, wanting to know the date of my last match. I really hope we can get some more practice in." It was still a few weeks away, but it felt like ages since he last practiced and he didn't want to feel all rusty especially in a position he wasn't completely comfortable in.

Ethan raised a knowing eyebrow as he reached down and grabbed both of her hands, swinging them just slightly. "There's no one who can turn my head like you do.. maybe you're the one who needs to have her eyes checked." Really.. he wished she could see for herself that she was beautiful, though he guessed it was nice she wasn't conceited. But he wished she could take the compliment too. He nodded as she took his hand and started towards the door to head to the library, stopping as she did a quick mental calculation. He thought of her words for a moment. "Well.. my mum graduated the year before I was born, so 2062.. if my math is correct, she would have been a first year when your mom was a seventh year." Meaning it was very likely that they were both in the same yearbook. Why hadn't he thought of that before?