[ caught ] for sofia
[ caught ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt with @ofabbott
Slytherin vs Gryffindor was always a brutal match but Slytherin had won and Emm was feeling the high of physical exercise mixed with victory. Rather than celebrating with her teammates, however, her eyes skimmed the students leaving the Hufflepuff stands. A lot of them had been supporting Slytherin, simply because a Slytherin win meant Hufflepuff would pull past Gryffindor to the top of the Inter-House Championship. It was little surprise, then, to see a flash of green within the mixture of weekend clothes and black winter cloaks. When she saw what exactly the flash of green was, a grin lit up her face and she darted through the crowd until she was coming up behind Sofia. “And what do your housemates think of you wearing this?” she asked, arms sneaking around her waist to play with the hem of her spare Quidditch jersey, where it fell over Sofia’s hips. “Maybe we should get it off you,” she added, in a low voice, mouth close to Sofia’s ear, “before anybody complains.”