Sixth Year Shenanigans
@parasxl
The common room was abuzz, in preparation for the first Slytherin v. Gryffindor quidditch game. Malcolm sat in the green leatherback armchair watching his brethren scurrying about, trading scarves and attaching appropriate Go Slytherin buttons. While athletic in build, Malcolm was not a quidditch player and only a fair weathered fan. He did, however, enjoy the spoils of a winning team and was always happy to provide the open arms and willing lips to any female within the vicinity of the bleachers in want of someone to celebrate every winning goal.
He smirked a little at the memory of being on the receiving end of one such victory celebration last year. He toyed with the ends of his scarf as he waited for the group with which he’d earlier agreed to walk to the pitch.
With a handsome smile, he looked up when Millicent kicked at his booted foot, turning to see that a new witch, one he’d only seen and not yet formally met, was at her side.
“Hullo,” he greeted her, coming to standing with outstretched hand. “I’m Malcolm. And you are--?”