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West shot a grin and salute combo over at Derry but didn't otherwise move himself. Besides, he was now talking to some kid so his mates could wait and they looked to be discussing something anyways.
Stare.
Wait, this kid had never...
"You've never watched a Quidditch match? Mate, you're missing out." They all were to some extent this term. West even sat up with obvious enthusiasm. "I've played every single year since my first year... was captain until Quidditch got cancelled this term, and I played for England on the Under Seventeen's side for a couple years," Before he'd turned seventeen obviously. "And I'm a reserve for the Wigtown Wanderers now... only obviously can't play at the moment since I'm bloody well trapped here." So that sucked. He made a face. "There is no game better though." Pause. "Are you muggleborn then?" Because otherwise how would he not have seen Quidditch? West felt bad for the kid. Quidditch was life.
As for the next part... West gave the boy a knowing look. Yep. He understood THAT. GIRLS man. They were so... y'know? And sometimes they... did things. "Don't let them get you down." West said, sounding like someone who was speaking from experience.
Australian? "How did you end up here if you're from there?"
Okay. Simon. West nodded. "Nice to meet you, Simon." He clean forgot to introduce himself in return, he hadn't actually had to do so for years: people just tended to know his name, if not for Quidditch reasons then for band reasons.
Then this older guy was just staring at him. Could he seriously not believe that he had ever seen a Quidditch match? Perhaps not. Perhaps this guy was quite the Quidditch fanatic. Simon gave the older boy a smile when he became more enthusiastic. His eyes widened when he heard that this guy had played Quidditch ever single term and had been Quidditch Captain too. Wait was this guy West something? The one that everyone said had been robbed of a last year to wow Hogwarts with Quidditch. He didn't want to assume anything so he held off from asking the boy if he was West.
And who were the Wigtown Wanderers? It sounded like a silly name for a Quidditch team but where did they hail from? Wigtown? And where WAS Wigtown? And did they all wear wigs there in Wigtown? He hoped so. All of these questions passed through Simon's mind rather quickly. "
Congrats, that's awesome about the reserve position but too bad that we're all stuck in this weather. Uhh... Where is Wigtown?" His blue eyes widened at West's next question. He nodded. "
Yep, I am muggleborn and proud." He beamed. It was a thing to be proud of, yes?
Then the older boy almost gave him this look that told Simon that the boy could relate to him. With that piece of advice from the older Snake, the Slytherin third year smiled. Yeah, he ought not let girls get him down- that'd be silly. "
Yeah, I'll try not too. They're just confusing. Do you know why some girls flip their hair ALL the time?" he asked. Maybe the seventh year would know the answer? He hoped so.
"
Well long story short, I used to go to the school over there but one of the Professors told me that I'd be better suited for the Hogwarts style of education where I could actually do research for fun," he said. Yep, Professor Wallinger had told the boy and his parents to send Simon to Hogwarts so that he could get a proper education and learn from the best of the best. It was nice of the elderly man to do that and he missed Wallinger quite a bit.
Simon grinned and held out his hand towards the older boy in a handshake gesture. "
Nice to meet you too....," he blinked and then realized that the older boy hadn't introduced himself. So putting all the facts that he HAD learnt about the boy so far, he assumed that this must have been West that he was speaking to. "
Uhh are you West?" Please be correct; otherwise, this will be super duper awkward.