#ofsmiles

          with the gryffindor match fast approaching, the real estate in reginald’s mind was fully bought up by quidditch. ideally, he would think of nothing and no one else —- but amelia is a cloud that hangs over him constantly, the awkward newness unshakeable. as it is, he has no idea where he stands with river —- who she’d kissed hardly a few weeks earlier. “ how’s it going, river? ” he prods his fellow hufflepuff with the end of his broom before he puts it away post practice. a very eloquent start.