two for flinching.

I still stand by the violence and scaring. 

You've never been to one of my practices, you wouldn't know.

No, you can just ‘cause you’re violent and they’re scared of you. 

I found a way that works.

I do do that! And then they get angry and accuse me of yelling all the time! Shut up. I am a real captain. 

A real captain could control their team is all I'm saying.

I do so play! It’s hard to play when they’re all just hovering there, not getting anywhere close to throwing any Quaffles at me!

Then maybe you should get your team in shape too. Run some drills? Like a real captain?

Okay - that’s just not fair. They all say I always yell, but I only yell when they’re being idiots and that’s all the time. 

But you could also, you know, play.

Your mocking face is sure telling me to be ashamed - but I’m not, because I’m not pudgy! I’m still Quidditch captain, I work out. 

Last I heard, you spent practice yelling at everyone from the hoops. I don't think screaming does much for burning calories.

How dare you. I am not!

You've just not had the time to work out as much since you've been head boy. It's nothing to be ashamed of!

I swear these trousers fit me three months ago...

You are getting a little pudgy around the middle.

*groans dramatically* Ugh, whyyyyy. *mouth gapes for a moment before he lunges at her, twisting off the cap and pouring half of it down the back of her shirt* Not so funny when you’re the one bathing in comfortable stickiness, is it?

I'm from Spain. You do realize that I'm from Spain, yeah? Try not to sound like it's a bloody punishment to visit or I'll just go on my own and you can spend the summer with Hercules and Phil! -Audrey jumped when the stickiness started it's slow descent down the back of her shirt.- Fucking hell! -She turned back on him with the whipped cream and aimed it at his nose.- TAKE THAT!

*stands on the end, balancing himself with one arm so he can hold his wand out* No problem - Nemesco! 

-The cart took off flying and Audrey let out a loud 'whoop' of appreciation.- HEY! D'you think we could make it between those two pillars there then jump that wall to land?

*takes a bite of his own pancake mask* So good. 

I think that constitutes as cannibalism, love.

Doesn’t count. Naveen’s bloody house was a country in itself, s’not like I went out much. *glare of doom* …give me that. 

We're going this summer then! -Audrey grinned with a mischievous glint in her eye.- No. -She turned the bottle upside down on him.- MY PEOPLE WILL HAVE THEIR REVENGE!

Neither ‘m I. 

-Audrey shrugged and got up, jumping into the cart more gracefully than the lopsided cart should have allowed. She braced herself at the front, ready for anything.- C'mon. Let's see if we can beat Nearly Headless Nick down the corridor!

Do I look like I’ve been to Spain to you? Well - you know, not in the middle of the night and only in your bedroom? M’not ignorant, but Hogwarts isn’t exactly an area big in Spanish cuisine - oi! Away from the hair!

Naveen ring a bell? Any of those summers at his place? That's Spain, buddy. -Audrey grabbed two more handfuls of syrup and ran it through his hair-

Ah, seems sensible enough. M’definitely not part horse, so that probably won’t work, unless you want a very slow trip to the kitchens.

I'm not very fond of slow.

I don’t think Spanish pancakes exist, nor do I think they have the bone structure to navigate ships. *steals some more syrup* And I get that you meant bending the knee as a sort of saluting my allegiance, but I definitely took it in a proposal sort of way - and I’m not proposing to a pancake. 

Do you actually know nothing about Spain? Seriously? Two. Two of your best friends are Spanish. It is amazing you are still this ignorant. -She takes some of the syrup and pours it on his head.-

What’s Herc got to do with it? I’m sure we could find some sort of creative transportation to the kitchens…

Herc is part best friend and part horse. I'd just have him carry me if he were here. It made sense in my head.