Pete was worried about playing Lindsay.  He wouldn’t say it out loud, but somehow Nat knew it anyway.  Maybe Nat understood it the same way Pete understood the way Nat looked at Caitlin sometimes.  He just knew.  But Pete wasn’t keen to dwell on the depth of male understanding, just then.  He had a Quidditch match to prepare for.

"Are we on the same quidditch team?" Nat asked with a smirk.

Pete tossed another charmed pebble out into the pitch as Nat went on to describe the team and proclaim his own awesomeness.  The explosion was terrific this time, with a shower of blue and red sparks littering the freezing grass.  He was smiling when he looked over at Nat.  

“We’ve got a good team, don’t we?” he said.  “Hufflepuff is going to be tough, though.  If we don’t pull out a strong win, the Cup is going to be really hard to take.”  He poked through the remaining few pebbles, selecting the biggest one.  “You know, Nat, maybe if you score enough goals in this match, maybe you’ll be able to score with a girl as well, after,” he added with a shrug, and a smirk.  “Stranger things have happened.”