Desislav didnt often go to watch quidditch games. He liked quidditch, for sure, both playing and watching, but having grown up watching his stepdad play in the players familys suites, it wasnt as fun to have to sit in the plain bleachers for a school game. That and the students played a lot slower than professional quidditch players did. So, all in all, it just wasnt as fun of an experience for the teenager. But, he was there to support his friend, Kayleigh. She was his best friend, after all, though hed never tell her for fear that shed become even more bossy than usual. Their argument from a few weeks prior was long gone from his mind. Hed apologized for being a jerk and theyd gone on as they usually did, even making some time to search for the room
to no avail. Sparing a glance at Orwell who was shouting for her, Desi turned his attention back to the game in time to see her shot go off-target. He knew that Kayleigh was better than that and simply put it off to being a particularly tricky bludger. That wouldnt stop him from teasing her about being a better Beater than she was though. He enjoyed those opportunities, which were growing fewer and farther between.