Gideon Prewett

“I meant to talk to you about it a week ago, but of course I forgot.” 

“Who would you count on if you didn’t have me?” He grinned.

“That’s a good question.” He shrugs, “Who really knows?” 

sentencestarters-and-asks:

“I’m always interested.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

“Not a problem.” She said smiling before walking next to Gideon as they walked into the Pitch. “I’m sure they will.” 

He grins, “You ready for some pre-game food?” 

“Well, you could probably pass as a professional Quidditch player.” She said laughing at him slightly. “But hey, we’re both here now, let’s go see your team kick ass.” She said linking their arms together again as he lead them to the place.

“Well, thanks, He shows the man their tickets, and they walk into the Quidditch Pitch. “My team had better kick ass.”

“Oh really? Wow my whole life has been a lie then, clearly I do not see you as much as I should.” She said laughing slightly before running her fingers through her hair. “I think a backyard game would be fun though, we should get a group of people from school and play.” She said grinning slightly as she glanced down at the ground while they walked. “Good, I do hope to be impressed with this food place you picked.” 

“It happens, plus, I’m kind of flattered you thought I was a professional quidditch player. We really don’t see each other much.” Gideon frowns, “We should, my team would kick everyone’s butts. You’ll love it, don’t you worry.”

“but still! You could have thrown up or something.” She said laughing “To be honest, I haven’t been to a Quidditch game in quite a while. Though maybe I should see you play sometimes, I’ve heard you’re quite good at it. Burgers hm? Sounds tasty, can’t wait to have some.” 

“Oh, oh no, I don’t play professionally, I just write about professional Quidditch matches. Although, I definitely can hold my own at a backyard game.” He shook his head, “They are the best you could hope to find in London.”

“You eat before a match?” Hestia asked looking shocked. “Do you want to throw up?” She asked laughing before linking arms with him as they walked. “Well good, if food is your thing, then I hope you will be picking a nice place to eat then.” 

“That’s the point though. I’m not in my right mind.” She chuckled.

“Is anyone nowadays? With all that’s been going on it’s a wonder everyone isn’t bloody insane.”

“I’ll only go though if you get me food afterwards.” 

“Deal. I always eat before the match, a little during, and I pig out after. Food is my thing.”

“WellI’d certainly never say no to a good ol’ game of quidditsch. Especially from the chudley cannons.”

“To ne honest with you, nobody in their right mind would.”

“Heck yeah I’m interested. Count me in.” 

“Oh, thank god, you’re awesome. I hate going to games by myself.”