MOVED.

         “     I will.     ”     The girl corrects,   fingers fiddling and her gaze flashes to the other.    No way in hells was she going up the stands.    The idea simply caused anxiety to rise in her chest.     A hand raises to motion towards the Quidditch stands,  as if to encourage the other to move his way on up without her.     “     You’re   ...    more than welcome to go up there yourself.    Um  ...   I’m not going to stop you.     ”

          “    ... quite the conceded one aren’t you.     ”        Words found themselves slipping out without much constraint,  lips pulling into a displeased frown.   All the Hufflepuff wanted was to be left alone to her own devices,   to continue most of her time going unnoticed by trouble.     A nice theory in practice,    it seemed she had a knack for finding trouble whether she wanted it or not.       “     I don’t see how my goals have anything to do with this.      ”