Finlay laughed. Oh yes. That was what he meant. Spike really didn't appreciate girls, and Finn had a feeling that he wouldn't for a while, but it didn't really matter. Spike had much more important things to think about, like how awesome Finlay Carmicheal was, and quidditch. "Most girls are like that to be honest....you just have to find the good ones." Finlay smiled for a few moments, thinking about Marie, before he grinned at Spike. "I think the girls are a bit silly not liking Matilda though, she's epic." Kind of? He didn't think Marie would like it, so maybe it was a good thing that he didn't have any pet spiders.

"I think you shouldn't tell him that..." Finn considered with a laugh. Their captain would probably only shout at them if he learnt that they didn't really listen to him. But they had won so it seemed to be going well. "Maybe you should listen a bit more often though..." He commented with a smile. That might work better.

"And I might be a chaser next time....so I can take a hit instead of you." Because he was awesome and heroic like that.

"Really?" Huh. It wasn't looking hopeful then. "Is it easy to find good ones?" he asked doubtfully. Not that he wanted to find one now. But it might be interesting for future reference. At Finn's comment about Matilda, Spike smiled. "They are. And I know she is," he replied proudly. And as if Matilda knew what Finn had said, there was a ripple of movement in Spike's curls. He glanced up at his overgrown fringe. "She'd like to meet you, I think. Properly, I mean." A leg reached out, as if waiting for something to stand on. Spike nodded to himself. "Would you like to hold her?"

"Oh, I wouldn't. But he should explain things better." All those complicated scribbles on the board with who was meant to go where in what shape and so on. It was too much to follow for a Quidditch novice. Sometimes, it was like Jacob was speaking in a different language. "I try. I do. But then I don't understand words and I drift off or I'm focusing on flying in the right direction, and it's confusing." He hadn't been doing too badly, though, had he? He'd scored goals yesterday, and they'd won, and that was all they needed to worry about, right?

Spike's eyes widened. "You'd take a hit, for me?" The Finn that had called him epic, that had come to check he was okay after his fall... Wow. His idol...might just have become even more of a hero. If that was possible. Flying in with a blue cape flowing to save Spike from the nasty bludger.

Just WOW.

Hugo sat on the bed he had slept on for the last two years. And he was returning for another five years, but somehow he felt a bit sad about leaving. Summer was right around the corner but still. No more Hogwarts for a couple months. He sighed as he looked at his fully packed trunk. His ukulele was on top of the trunk, he didn't want to pack that yet. Well, better get down to the end of term feast.