#11 Breakfast

Ryan nodded to everything Toby said, but couldn't decide which idea was better. Then breakfast ended and they had even less time to come up with something.

'I don't know,' he said, panicking. 'It'd take too long to change, and we don't have any paint or stuff.'

Having gone to so much effort for Toby's first match, Ryan felt like he was letting Joe down now. He deserved just as much support, but this time around they didn't have long to prepare something and  it was harder with him and Toby being in different houses.

'I've got nothing.' Ryan sighed, dejected as he rose from his seat -- ready to head to the pitch. 'Maybe... maybe we should just cheer extra loud? Lots of noise and waving. You're great yelling stuff.' He nodded, deciding they'd just have to make do with what they had.

He turned and left the Great Hall, hurrying to the pitch so they could get started.

Lucas had a great smile. She wished h smiled more often...

Amara nodded as he accepted her bets, then turned to leave -- only to be stopped by him calling out to her. Intrigued, she glanced back and listened to what he had to say. She was immediately suspicious about an invitation to walk to the pitch together, especially as she'd expected to walk down with one of the girls from her dorm.

He wanted to ask her something? In private?

'Uh.' Amara frowned, tempted to say no just in uncertainly of what this was all about but nervous it was something important. 'Okay. I'm headed down now, though... if you're done here?' She didn't wait for him to finish, and left the Great Hall though at a pace he could catch up to.

Saoirse was so distracted that she hadn't even noticed Grace sit next to her, let alone acknowledge her in any way. She jumped when the other girl spoke to her. Going to Quidditch? She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. She appeared to be alone in her thoughts on the game. She shrugged at Grace, unsure how to respond. She didn't want to seem rude and disinterested, but staying at Hogwarts was already a massive step to her.

"It's not really my thing, but..." She remembered something her father had told her. Even if it seemed scary, just try, just for a little bit. She could always go home if it was too much for her. "Maybe I'll come just for a little bit."

And with that, breakfast was over. Saoirse nodded at Grace, deciding to take the leap to follow everyone else to the match, just for the first bit. She supposed it was going to be something new, and if she hated it, she would never have to do it again.

[Exit]

As soon as breakfast was over, Arthur got up so he could hurry to the match. He hoped he had time to change into his Hufflepuff-themed outfit, something he hadn't wanted to risk ruining in case a particularly messy first year decided spilling breakfast all over their housemates was a good idea. He knew it was probably difficult to see people from the stands, but he wanted his team to know that he was cheering for them if they did see him.