As her hand arrived in his, his turned it; facing the back of her hand upwards and he pressed a kiss to it. Something he was taught by his father a long time ago and a trait that has carried on into his late teenage life. A smile moved across his face as he nodded, “It is very homey here and the Ravenclaws work hard to keep it that way. I’m glad that was your first impression when you walked in.” With that bright smile of his, he gently let go of her hand and leaned against the window frame.
Her last name sounded
familiar very familiar. But it would be too much to ask if she was related to his favorite Quidditch player. That was a long shot, a stretch and a damn shot in the dark to be true. Someone, however, seemed to have the same question on their mind as a first year approached her with big eyes and a gapping mouth.
And… much to Zander’s dislike, he was left with the same expression when she shared that she was, in fact, related to his favorite Quidditch player. “Really?” His excitement and the excitement of the first year’s matched in tone as they both expressed their disbelief.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to find a sibling of his idol standing before him and he did his best to control his excitement, though his eyes were twinkling like a child on Christmas morning. “I got to go to one of his first games as a Chaser for the Luxembourg team, I’d never seen such an amazing Quidditch player than the way you brother plays. In fact he was my inspiration to take up Qudditch.” Running his hands through his thick hair he gave it a small pull, his eyes twinkling and his smile stupidly big.
It took him a minute to compose himself with deep breathes and a reminder that: A] He was in school, B] She was new and C] He really shouldn’t make a complete fool out of himself on the first day. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.” He said in an apologetic tone. “What classes are you taking?”
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