am i a keeper?
agroupbecominghistoric:
Enjolras smiled weakly when Grantaire sat down in front of him. He ran his hand through his hair and pushed it back away from his face. Grantaire looked about as tired as Enjolras felt.
“I’m so used to listening to Courfeyrac sing I don’t think I’d notice fi we could or not.” He replied, trailing his finger around the rim of the mug that sat in front fo him next to his paper. It wasn’t his first cup of coffee of the day, and it definitely wouldn’t be his last before he trudged along to the Quidditch grounds with everyone else. “What song was it this morning?”
Enjolras considered Grantaire’s other questions, wondering how to answer. He had slept. But he hadn’t slept much or well at all. His mind was too full. He had homework due in this week that he still hasn’t done on top of all the homework still sat in his room that’s well past their due dates and he felt bad about not getting it done. He felt hurt and lost after the letter his father had sent him yesterday. And more than anything he was worried and anxious about the match between Hufflepuff and Griffindor today. So many of his friends were playing, and Quidditch could be really dangerous. He didn’t want any of his friends to get hurt.
“I slept. Just couldn’t really stay asleep for long.” He settled for eventually. He didn’t want admit everything that was on his mind, but he coudln’t lie to his friends. He had always been terrible at it.
“I thought you would be hanging out with your team-mates. I’m surprised you have time to come talk to me before a big game.” Enjolras was really glad he had though. He could use some of Grantaire’s cheery and wonderful presence right now. And he wanted a chance to properly wish him good luck in the match. Though it did mean he would probably have to actually eat some food for breakfast now rather than just having coffee like he had planned to since his friends loved to try get him to eat better.
“Does that mean I can sell him to you for a Knut?” He asked, a raise of a brow and a shadow of a smile that didn’t have the will power to meet his eyes. Although Grantaire wanted nothing more than something that was going to keep him awake for his match, Enjolras’ before him was doing it with the sun coming through the windows and cast across the blonde hair before him.
It didn’t go past him that it took the Slytherin a while before he answered and when he eventually did, Grantaire frowned. “Homework on the mind?” He asked. Their fifth year wasn’t all that stressful compared to the two years above them, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t felt the increase of school work. It was a lot more than what they were use to from their previous four years.
“You know me, I always have time for you.” He smiled, wide and encouragingly. It’s no lie, though. He doesn’t know when it began, but he’s always preferred to spend time with Enjolras rather than his own team before a Quidditch match. Or before anything really. Enjolras had become a highlight of his days. Even if they’re just walking to a class room together, passing in the hall or sitting opposite end’s of a dinning hall table. It’s enough.
“Are you coming to the game? Courfeyrac declare you a traitor if you don’t. Though, if you’re going to root for Gryffindor, I’m going to have to call you a traitor.” Grantaire teased.
