Text Cut: We forgiiiiiiiive!
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Lockhartian 
Okay, so, she might have been a little harsh on him. It would have been best if she started with questions, like, how he was feeling or whatever was similar to that. Come to think of it, that was something still unsaid.
"Leaving me in charge of the team," she said with a tone suggesting deep sorrow, blue eyes on him, "And I didn't win either," 'I', because there's no 'I' in 'team', correct? So, yes, Keefer, she was upset about it, but not so much anymore. So, they lost, whatever, they get to play again. And that was the important part of it all. Playing.
Wait.
What-What did she say? She told him she was worried about him? Yeah, that wasn't meant to be said out loud. Immediate blush. "Yeah, I...," the most unexpected pause happened, she didn't exactly know what to say, "...you were sick, so I was worried. That's what people do, no? When someone they care about is sick...they worry." They probably don't miss them. But at least that was kept from him.
He was...well, Kate didn't know how Keefer was, actually. But he looked extremely confused right about now. She kind of guessed what it was about. "The...'hitting'...was for the game, for not being there. It was...a little bit stressful...," and she wasn't one who got stressed, "...you weren't the only one who got sick, or was in detention, or decided not to play." Keefer knew this, right? How Lewis had to come to the rescue and all. Surely he's heard by now.
Her eyes were momentarily on the flowers. They were pretty. Too bad Quidditch had to ruin the moment.
Well, at least she was going to explain herself now. It was the least she could do, really, after
assaulting whacking him. He wasn't 100% better yet, still sort of weak and a bit green around the gills, so to speak.
Something clicked into place as she spoke. "
Oh, right. I'm with you now." Or at least as far as he could tell. He blinked twice. "
I'm sorry, I really am," he said, taking her hand in his so she knew he was serious. He tried not to let the color rise in his cheeks. "
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to have to deal with so much. But no one blames you, especially me. I'm sure you did great out there," he finished with a smile, regretfully pulling his hand away.
Yes, that is what people do when someone they care about is sick. But for a reason Keefer wouldn't dare say aloud, this revelation still made him incredibly content. She had just admitted she cared about him, and that was worth a Quidditch victory any day in his book.
Wait, seriously? As good as a Quidditch victory? He was in way over his head here. As soon as they were done talking, he was headed straight to the Owlery. He should've done it sooner, but there was no way Healer Tillstorm would've let him out of bed. Somehow he managed to nod in agreement without appearing distracted, for which he was abundantly thankful.
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Oh, that's all?" He half expected something far worse, like inadvertently breaking the Code of Conduct for How to Behave Around Girls. He let out a sigh of relief. "
Yeah, I understand all about stressful matches, trust me." Like the Championship last term, as a first year Captain with a first year Seeker. Talk about nerves. "
And that's why I thought you deserved the flowers," he explained, trying to bring the conversation back to a happier subject.