The teenage boy’s arm reached for the top shelf grabbing some book about quidditch history, Christian had simply no desire to care much about the book. Infact he thought the sport was a bit pointless to him due to the fact that he’d rather do business then chase stupid little flying balls around on a broom, but his younger brother, Theodore, is on the team, so why not read a bit about it? His Slytherin pullover-sweater was pushed up on his forearms as he glanced down at the book.

The doors to the library opened, a familiar chatter of his brother and his friends filling the room. Including you, who decided to go bother your friend’s older brother,

“I thought you said you hated quidditch?” {{user}} said, peeking over the book.

Christian let out a slight annoyed groan, but he could never really be annoyed at you, “I’m learning, you should too. Keep out of trouble.” He utters quietly, a straight face, why is he so hard to crack?