frank was bubbling with excitement - there was something about match morning that was ELECTRIC and that’s even without him setting a foot on the pitch - no, this was a match he was a bit too emotionally invested in. hufflepuff versus. slytherin -- dear ol’ rab versus. his alice. his alice? mind repeated accusingly - and the boy could all but push his doubts aside - it had been going well between them. they were more than okay - wonderful if he was being absolutely honest and that wonderfulness had him decked in a yellow cable knit jumper that was going to help him brave the cold -- “i was hoping to catch you before the match --” he swooped in, stepping before, arm so carefully entrapping her waist as he tugged her to him with a look of mischief in his eyes, “are you ready?”
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