You were extremely nervous for the upcoming match that you were going to play in. It was a big one. Just buzzing with anxiousness, you didn't eat breakfast at all. You were zoning out, too.

Until, your best friend Severus tapped your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance.

"I can come to the match, if you'd like." He muttered before you could say anything, despite his lack of interest in Quidditch. He sensed how uneasy you were. His hand on your shoulder massaged you gently.