Swimming isn't a good Idea

Elian wasn’t much of a Quidditch person himself; he enjoyed watching the sport, but he was terrible when it came to riding on a broom. However, when it came to one specific team, he made sure to attend all of their practices and games. For no reason in particular, no reason at all, don’t ever question him on it. It wasn’t even Slytherin – it was Hufflepuff. If asked he would simply say that he enjoyed studying with the noise in the background. There was definitely not someone he went to watch and make sure they were doing well. It was a dangerous sport and people were injured all the time… but that didn’t matter he wasn’t watching to make sure a person didn’t injure themselves. No, not at all. Plus, in a way, just him being there could support a person. But he wasn’t there for anyone in particular – not at all.

In all honesty, he had decided to take a walk after the Hufflepuff practice, and it just so happened he ended up at the lake. The slight breeze rippled the water of the lake, sending slight chills up the sleeves of his long shirt. It was getting later into the evening, the sun was starting to set and curfew wouldn’t be too long, but there was still time to relax and perhaps read a book. However, when he got closer to the lake, he stopped for a moment, seeing a particular Hufflepuff who had gotten out of the practice he had watched. He swallowed and glanced around seeing a few groups of friends hanging around the lake, but not close enough to Avery that they would overhear anything.

Elian sucked in a breath and then slowly marched towards the blonde, his curly black hair bouncing with each step he took. “You did well in practice today,” Elian said and instantly felt himself regretting his words. Of course, she knew he watched their practices but he never said he watched anyone. Regardless, he cleared his throat and looked down at his feet. “N-Not that I was – y’know – I mean…” Great recovery Elian. He let his head hang back and then looked back down at Avery. “Do you mind if I –“ He vaguely gestured at the area next to her hoping she’d understand he was asking if she minded if he sat next to her. Merlin, he was a terrible fool.

Elian blinked when she said she could’ve done better. He wasn’t really all that versed on Quidditch, but she seemed to do fine to him. But that could’ve been because he didn’t really get Quidditch. His father wasn’t much of a sport person, and Elian was a lot like his father. He was more cerebral and calculating as opposed to a physical quickness. His eyes were fast, but that was only when he was doing magic, not just watching. Perhaps if he played some, he would understand what she meant. He’d have to ask his father for a broom though and perhaps… perhaps he should just ask his mother about that.

When she didn’t protest at his request, he took a quick seat, almost too quick and he blushed ever so slightly at the stupidity of his movement. He prided himself on not being clumsy or acting stupid and yet here was being clumsy and acting stupid just because he was around a pretty girl. His father would not be proud, he was sure. Then again, Elian had a skewed view of his father. Maybe he would think it was good for him to branch out and have moments like this.

“Oh well, you look good – looked good to me.” He pursed his lips and looked away as fast as he could, and then towards the slowly darkening sky. “I’m… good, really. Classes were good. My book was good. Er… what about you? D-Draw anything cool today?”