Their side was split between worry and laughter. There was a good reason to worry after all, if the fog was any thicker it would choke them as soon as they breathed it in, Sioni’s plan of Shane yelling noises was quickly turning into the whole chaser line up sounding off every time one of them had the quaffle. Logically Shane knew that this plan wouldn’t last but all of five seconds, and already every time Shane had snickered and yelled the sound, Lindsay giggled, so at least everyone would know where the two of them were at. For a few minutes they just pretended like the Gryffindors were going to let them fly about yelling signals at each other, it made the Hufflepuff line laugh, well, until Max was saying what the rest of them were thinking.

“Hey, if you want the bludgers sent blindly in your direction, you’re more than welcome.” Shane squeezed T.J’s shoulder since his arm was looped around it, though his words were for Max. But he’d let Sioni answer all those other questions, currently Shane was intent on being blinded by his Captain’s optimism and planning his own funeral with Shay.

Shane looked out at the doors that would lead to the pitch, and felt just a little of that jovial feeling start to edge off. The dark haired boy sincerely hoped that he was only joking when he talked about his poor form being a crumpled heap on the pitch.

“Hey, Shay?” He tried to get her attention one last time.

“How about some more of those yellow roses, Valentine?” He flashed her smile. “You know, at my funeral?”