Lewis just stared at Evelyn for a moment, blinking quite rapidly. Oh crap. She actually thought SHE had done something wrong. "N-no. Not at all." Seriously, he seemed to be really really good at making people uncomfortable around him without good reason. What was wrong with him?! "You didn't do anything wrong." There no stutter and he even reached out to pat her shoulder.

Because that didn't make things awkward again or anything.

Buuuuuut back to Keefer. "I think it just started." Lewis pointed out with a nod towards the hat which was surrounded by quite a large number of new students. Promising first years?! He glanced up and down the table again a little frantically at the Captain's question. Was that what he'd been supposed to be doing?! "No. I...guess we'll see when they get here." Since they would be in Hufflepuff and all, you know.

And there was a question he'd dreaded already. "I...err..." Truth was he wasn't sure if he wanted to play again. Yes, it had been fun - LOTS of fun really - but now with Treyen gone and the fact that he hadn't been able to play the last match. Lewis just wasn't sure anymore. Only how to tell Keefer that?

Evelyn's question provided some good distraction though and he just nodded when Keefer informed her that he'd played Chaser. Blushing a little when both of them complimented his Quidditch skills, he just averted his gaze down again while shaking his head a little. "Thank you." Now hopefully they would just go on talking and forget about tryouts. Yeah, not very likely but you know.



And there was proof that the sorting HAD already begun. Lewis caught somebody walking up to their house table out of the corner of his eyes and - glad for some distracting - waved at him. There was even a small smile playing around his lips. "Hello. Welcome to Hufflepuff!" There, he could totally do this whole Prefect thing. It wasn't THAT difficult it seemed.

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"Yeah, Alec." Speaking of which, where was the boy? Keefer craned his neck to look up and down the table, but he saw no sign of his favorite second year. His face looked a bit crestfallen for a moment. He'll show up eventually.

Keefer smiled. "Don't worry, it's hard to tell who the blurs are way up in the sky. We move so fast that it's nigh unto impossible.. unless you know what you're looking for." Like Keefer. Because he was the Captain and therefore recognized his players from the air.



He followed the new Prefect's nod toward the Staff Table. Sure enough, small students were milling around an ancient stool with a frayed hat. Keefer was instantly on high alert for the new Puffs, just in case he could see any Quidditch skill. "True. It's hard to tell just by looking. They're mostly all just nervous anyways." Like Lewis. He was definitely nervous. Keefer gave him a friendly elbow. "Lighten up, Badge Boy! You look like you swallowed a bunch of U-No-Poo. You're going to do fine." At least, the Captain was assuming the Prefect was nervous about his new responsibilities. He had certainly seemed to be on the train.

But now it was Keefer's turn to be nervous. I.. er..? What's that supposed to mean? Was Lewis not planning on returning this year?! But the boy was replying to Evelyn's compliment. "Yes, he was great, wasn't he?" Lewis couldn't get out of answering that easily, though. "And he will be great again this year! Right, Lewis?" Keefer waited anxiously for the Prefect's reply.



Out of the corner of his eye, Keefer spotted Oakey. He had been such a great help last year, pinch hitting.. er, Beating... for their first match. Keefer was inexpressibly grateful to the boy, especially given how accident prone he was. "Hey, Oakey!" he hollered down the table. "Good holiday?" And what was wrong with his face? It looked like he'd had an accident. "Been practicing up for tryouts?"