Surprising Gil at his home went just exactly as she had wanted it to. So when she showed up and pretty much demanded they attend the match that was scheduled she didn't think he would oppose. So hand in hand they sauntered through the village before approaching Hogwarts; a place she didn't dream of coming back to for a very long time. But here they were, ready to watch the match and his brother play another round of the riveting game. Honestly she missed all the times she spent on the pitch, but in the end she knew the occupation she chose was the right path she had gone down.

Sitting in the mist she didn't object to any of the school boy kisses he gave her. In fact she returned them with every bit of vigor she had, even if she did despise the chill and the fact she could barely see past her hand. "This weather is ridiculous." She muttered against his side, smirking a bit as he pulled her closer. "Gryffindor better win after all this. I would have hated to waste time here while we could have been doing other things." Again she smirked, unsure if he'd catch the innuendo she sparked up.

"I don't know that I'd have let you play on a pitch like this, It'd have been a brilliant argument, you know."

She turned her head slightly and kissed his arm, " But I would have played, And I would have won it without question."  She smirked again and turned her eyes back to the pitch. "Come on Gryffindor!" She yelled, casting a sideways glance up at Gil. "Didn't think I'd ever yell that out loud in my life." SHe chuckled softly.



Last Edited By: Genetic Perfection Feb 21 12 10:42 PM. Edited 2 times.