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Touz or Treat
Plymouth Morgan was not blue today. He actually had on all his clothes and a few extra layers. The fact that he did not have Willow Kovac's name printed largely across his bare (and blue) chest probably had a lot to do with the little blond he'd accompanied to the match.
Daphne was definitely worth the sacrifice.
"You pick where you want to sit, Daphadil. Cela's up there...," Plymouth nodded, but that looked like a Ravenclaw cheering section and Plymouth wanted to be fair... "I just want to be able to see Professor V." From around Plymouth's neck, he pulled out his silver whistle and let it fall over his outermost layer of clothing.
Did Daphne really care about Quidditch? No. Not particularly. She did enjoy watching -the game- for her own reasons. For example, the company today might be a little bit more distracting. "Then we'll sit near the middle," answered Miss Hopton promptly and efficiently.
The Middle. Hogwarts' Switzerland.