“Pshhhht, I’ve already got the decorations planned~!” He teases, though not entirely too far from the truth. “We’re going all out, pads! Not a sober person in sight!”
“with the amount of practices we’ve got under our belts, we’re sure to.” sirius grabs the slice and sucks the juice from it. “please tell me we can throw a victory party.”
“I know I can always count on you to keep me in shape~.” He pops an orange tangent into his mouth, face twisting slightly at the sour taste. “We’re gonna win — I have a feeling,” and with that, he’s tossing a slice at Sirius across the table.
smirking behind his goblet of pumpkin juice, playing it casual.
“i was testing you, of course,” sirius sipped from the goblet slowly. “cant have you falling out of touch for next weekend!”
“What did you write in the letter?” Frog said, “I wrote 'Dear Toad, I am glad that you are my best friend.
Your best friend, Frog.'”
“Oh,” said Toad, “That makes a very good letter.”
To say he wasn't nevous would be a lie. When it came to Lily Evans, everything she did made his ears perk up, the hairs on his neck stand and his stomach fill with butterflies. So, when the chance of a date came around, he jumped at the thought.. and then it happened again.. ––
laughed at his stupid jokes. His eyes watched her, feeling himself smile. "No, I'm serious - take my jumper, you look freezing." There was sincerity in his voice, jumpers in his hands, holding it out to Lily. "I'm immune to the cold, anyway. Like that one guy.. ––