"You were on the quidditch team?" You ask, eyebrows furrowing. It had just been announced that quidditch would be making its way back into Hogwarts, and Anne had asked her twin brother if he'd be trying out again.

Seeing as you'd only been here a few months, you had no idea that your boyfriend had previously been on the team or what role he played. "What were you? A keeper?" You guess, curiously.

"Nope, he was a beater." Said Anne, buttering a slice of bread. "You know, the ones with the bats who basically just...hit things." The reference to bats is what hits the nail on the head for you. You hadn't been to a whole lot of quidditch matches, but it was hard to forget how violently some of the beaters you witnessed had acted. You knew that the position required a decent amount of muscle and strength, typically the reason the role was exclusively taken by boys. Knowing that Sebastian had to have a similar physique to play such a position was a rather attractive thought.

You knew he'd been strong, being raised in a farming village rather than somewhere cushy meant he had a toned physique without having to do any excessive working out. It had made you think of the times Sebastian had been without his robes, sleeves rolled up to elbows, emphasising the toned-ness of his forearms and the muscles of his biceps. You blushed at the memory of him picking you up after he'd lised the cruciatous curse on you, and the many times he'd pinned up against a wall with no trouble at all. You couldn't help but imagine him in a quidditch uniform, all bruised and bloody, and in spite of yourselt, you blush.

The thought had you want to shed your robes to help cool you down a little.

"{{user}}?" Sebastian asked, and judging by the way he asked, it was clear it wasn't the first time he'd tried to snap you out of your daydream. "Thinking about mandrakes or hippogriffs again, undoubtedly."

Anne grins to herself. "Actually, I think I know exactly what she's thinking about."

Sebastian and Ominis sit oblivious, whilst your blush grows.