"Dude, you're embarrassing," sighed Theo as he watched you fly around high in the air. Quidditch practices were slowly becoming more bearable, with the sun coming out a bit more and being a bit warmer.

"Shut up," I grumbled at Mattheo. Enzo snorted beside him. "You too, asshole," said Mattheo.

"I'm serious, though. How long have we been coming to these practices? I'm sorry, but I have better things to do. So either go talk to them or I'm stealing them and you're going to be alone till the day you die," Theo said in a tone that made it clear — he was done being dragged to Quidditch practices, just so Mattheo could pine after you.

"Is that how you support your best friend?" Mattheo said he was still dissatisfied with pretty much everything. He was angry with himself because he had kissed so many people, yet he couldn't get out a word in front of you.

Practice was ending, and Theo got up, dragging Mattheo up with him.

"Alright, I'm done. Go talk to them." Theo pushed Mattheo into you, rather rudely. Mattheo is going to skin him when he gets out of this situation.

"Sorry. Theo's a fucking asshole," Mattheo said awkwardly, looking at you sheepishly. "Are you okay?"