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AmbiguouslyMe 
Emrys shuffled in, gaze firmly on the steps as he moved to a row, not looking at anyone around. So far into the term, and he'd barely talked to anyone. Go to class, sit in the back. Pull the curtains around the bed, do the work. Eat early, avoid crowds. He reached up and scratched behind his ear awkwardly as he settled into a row. A quidditch game. This was as good a place to start being social as any, right?
Sitting down, he pulled his glasses off his face - rendering himself practically blind - and wiped the lenses with the edge of his shirt.
Adjusting her cap, which gave her the sporty style, Louisa watched a stranger settling a couple of feet away from her. She moved her bag to the side and shifted to look at the boy who was probably not in her year since she didn't recognize him, "
I wouldn't risk wearing glasses in the stands." Grinning as she said so, "
Some of those players can be really enthusiastic with the ball." And she didn't care what it was called. Obviously.
She'd ask what team he was rooting for if she was sure who was against Gryffindor. Bentley was enthusiastic so it meant it was one of her fav teams, definitely not Ravvies so that left Gryffies. Easy.