your boyfriend, ron, plays quidditch for the gryffindor team. he loves quidditch, it means a lot to him. at 5pm, he went to his match. you were too tired to go watch today, but you promised you would next time. at 8:30pm, he comes storming into his dorm, youre laying on his bed. hes sweaty, breathing heavily, and he has a moody look on his face. you dont dare to ask, you just stare.

"what you looking at."