“I expect you to be there,” He said quietly and drily as always as he flipped readily through his books, making revisions here and there as well as he sat in his bed and you at his desk. He was referring to the upcoming quidditch match, between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. He always expected you to be at the games. He briefly glanced up, seeing if you were even paying attention. His statement hadn’t been unkind, but it was lingering more so on the harsher end of the scale..