He hadn't wanted to leave Gregory. He never wanted to leave Gregory when hew was sick with one of his migraines. The potions he was now taking made them worse. Alexander had never seen his brother in so much pain. It was difficult to watch knowing that there was little he could do to comfort his younger brother. But still, he would at least stay there and give his brother the support that he needed. Not this time though. This time Madam Pomfrey had kicked him out, and so Alexander went to the quidditch match. And the only reason he did that was to distract himself.

It wasn't like he would be able to see bloody anything. But he went anyway. He might have found Trent but he wasn't in the mood to deal with him. Besides, someone else distracted him. He had started toward the Slytherin side of the stands when he saw her. Why she was there, he had no idea. Glancing around, Alexander changed his direction and made his way toward her. Then he slid into the seat behind her with a sly smile. "Miss Sorelli, fancy seeing you here," he told her quietly. Seeing who she was with, Alexander inclined his head toward Espa. "Mrs. Broadmoor."