alice prewett

                   He leaned against the table, raising his                    eyebrows while giving her a sideway                    smirk.

                                  ‘ Not much. But I know some. ’

                   Come on, Frank. Do it. Do it now.

                                     She said, raising her brows up right back                                      at him and flashing a small grin.

                         Truthfully —                                       she knew the very basics of the game,                                       but she wouldn’t let him know that. She                                       felt it would be strange asking him to                                       come with her, so she thought telling                                       a bit of a white lie might be the better                                       choice.

"Oh! That would be lovely.

                            —— But they won’t mind if I tag along, will they?                                             I don’t want to be any sort of bother.”

She shot him a playful glare before returning to her pudding, glancing at him  with the best puppy dog eyes she could manage in between bites.

"Oh! I had almost forgot. There's a quidditch match coming up, and while I have always wanted to go to one, I have absolutely no idea what the rules are. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?"

                     ‘ Yes, their screams are dreadful.                         But that’s –– that’s not exactly                         why I came to talk to you. ’

            He looked down at the plate and then             back at Alice. Suddenly, all his courage             was gone into thin air.

"I hope you're not planning on bringing something up and then letting it be forgotten.

                       It could bug me all day, you know."

                            ‘ of ––– of course! now                               where were we? ’

"I believe we were on the subject of dreadful mandrake screaming. Which really is awful. All they have to do all day is sit around in a pot, what do you think they have to cry about?”