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Ethan tried to pretend that nothing bad had happened. First, the dead muggleborn on the train. That could easily have been him his first year of school, he was shaken up for weeks because of that. Now, his dear friend and teammate. Dead. Both of them. Dead. How did these sort of things even happen without somebody getting caught or blamed? Evidence was so much easier in the muggle world. He found himself hating wizard society, he even locked his wand in his trunk before coming down to the common room.

As hard as it was, quidditch was important to him and his late chaser would be very angry if he gave up on the team. They'd probably start haunting him. He chuckled at that thought, but stopped abruptly, realizing how morbid it was. He knew just who to replace her though. One of their biggest fans and someone he had seen flying her own broomstick outside more than once, Dominique Weasley.

He saw her in the common room, where most people were still mourning, and approached her, "Dom, hey..." he started. Was it insensitive of him to ask about this so soon? There was a game coming up. It was far enough in the future that they didn't cancel it because of the tragedy, but it still wasn't a lot of time to get a new chaser ready.

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There were a lot of things happening around hogwarts lately. And whether or not it was better for someone's mental health to focus on these things or ignore them- they were very much a part of people's lives. Particularly a solemn looking redhead in the corner of the Ravenclaw common room. As much as she would like to forget what has been happening, she couldn't. They flared up in her fiery head at the most inconvenient times, creating a constant stream of stress taking the appearance of a constant stomach ache. Nerves and butterflies of what may happen next, ignoring the assurance that nothing would.

Hearing about the recent deaths and knowing that one of them was a ravenclaw chaser, Dom never thought that she should go for the spot. Perhaps during tryouts, she could prove her worth, being pushed gently by her father to do so- and being pulled back by her mother. She loved to fly, and play quidditch with her siblings and cousins. But to play for the house team that she so ardently supported terrified her. Not that she would admit that sort of thing to anyone. She was tough as nails, which is particularly why when a shadow appeared beside her, she looked up expectantly, not showing any of the inward surprise at the male's approach.

"Hey Ethan." She returned in an equally careful voice. When did he get so... quiet? Of course she was a big fan of his. Being the captain of the team she loved so much. And he was... devilishly handsome, in the kind of way that a smile could make a girls' knees weaken. But not Dom's . Vic was the boy crazy one, and she was.. always a friend to whoever she found herself developing feelings for. Then she realized how much the death must have affected him and turned her attention to her, standing from her seat by the window and crossing her arms lightly over her chest, a small and empathetic smile on her face. "Everything okay?" She asked, again, unsure of where the conversation would be going.

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When Dom looked up Ethan tried his best to put a smile on his face. He was usually good at making people smile in rough times. She spoke quietly and sweetly, as if she could sense his struggle. Granted, he usually was a lot more upbeat when he started talking to people, so she probably noticed the difference. It was nice of her to ask if things were okay. They obviously weren't the greatest, but they were okay at least. He nodded his head, "I wanted to talk to you about something." He gestured to a couch a few feet beside them and walked over to it, sitting down. He patted the spot next to him, inviting her to sit.

"I don't mean to sound insensitive, but she would've been upset if I gave up-" he felt himself choke up a little and shook his head to get back to normal, "on the team, I mean. What I mean to say is," he shook his head again and ran his fingers through his hair. This was the right thing to do, it was. It was. He looked back at Dom and replaced his smile, "I'm sorry. I'm acting silly, what I mean to say is I'd really love it if you'd join the Quidditch team. We need a chaser, and I've seen how you play. I've also seen the support you've given the team. I think that it would be really good for everyone. What do you think?" He ran his fingers through his hair again, but only with one hand that time.

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She stood in front of him, curiously. Watching emotions pass over his face and she felt a sudden tense feeling in her chest, wondering if something was really wrong. Besides the obvious of the crap that was happening around the school. Her eyes lowered rubbing her arm, waiting on the response and unsure of what her reaction would be. Or how she'd stay strong if she had to receive even more bad news. He patted the seat beside him and she sat down next to him, meeting his eyes, not the type of person to keep her eyes averted, or lower them for anyone.

She felt herself hold her breath when he began talking, a hand running through her hair softly. But from when to hard to swallow or even think about got better. And something rose up in her chest. Was it fear? Surprise? Honor? She couldn't really imagine this happening. She knew she'd probably had tried out, but to be asked by the captain must mean something entirely different. She felt happy about this, but felt almost wrong for feeling that way because of the circumstances of why she was.

"I'd be honored." Smiles gently, "Thanks for considering me, I didn't realize anyone saw me fly." She said trying to keep the conversation light. "Um, Thank you, again. Wow. I can start practicing whenever. I'm a bit out of shape from the summer... I hope that's okay?"

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He was happy that she accepted the offer, and that she seemed excited about it. "I notice everyone flying. I can see the pitch perfectly from my favorite spot in the castle," he laughed, "that's probably why it's my favorite spot." She reached out and placed a hand, lightly, on her shoulder and smiled. "I figured you might say that, I was thinking we do sessions with just the two of us once a week. The team practices three times a week so that means you're going to get pretty sick of me." He laughed an removed his hand from her shoulder.

She was taking this well, and doing a great job at make sure the conversation stayed sweet and simple. He liked that about her, she always had a way of making you feel comfortable around her when needed. That was another reason he wanted her on the team, because she would be good for team moral and bringing them all together. He could feel the excitement bubbling up in his stomach. This was going to be very fun indeed. No matter the circumstances, Quidditch was always there to calm his nerves.

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Min was glad to hear a laugh escape him. They treaded back into shallow waters, that was good. "A special place in the castle?" She grinned slightly, "How intriguing." Dominique explored in her own right, but perhaps didn't push the boundaries as she should, or as others did. Since that one time she scarred herself getting lost in the dungeons for hours in her first year.

His hand was on her shoulder and she blinked a few times, while not unfamiliar with contact, surprised by his. Then again, many people were pulling out hugs and shoulder brushes since the incidents and she couldn't think too much about it, after all- she was doing the same. People she may not always talk to, suddenly there were sympathetic looks being exchanged. Her soft smile was a reminder for her to keep going, distract people as she distracted herself.

She listened intently when he outlined the instructions of how much she'd be practicing. And thinking over her clubs she nodded, "That should work out fine for me." Minnie told him with a smile. "Anything I can do." Her smile grew into a grin, thinking over being actually able to play in a real quidditch game. Besides that with her brother and cousins. "Besides, you're probably pretty tough to get sick of..." Then with a pause she grinned, "Me, on the other hand." She teased him gently, knowing she was often a bit of a pisser. She wasn't everyone's type, but she knew that. Looking around her for parchment she handed it to him with a quill. "Uh, times for the practices, so I don't miss it."

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"What can I say, I'm a Nester," he joked. It was partly true though. Once he found somewhere that he felt totally comfortable, he often returned to that place and made it his own. Like the Kitchens when he was younger, like the Pitch, and like this specific spot in a tower facing the pitch. He liked to make many homes for himself around the castle. That way he never had to feel homesick or lonely, he was somewhere that he belonged. It was silly, maybe childish, but it was still important to him. He didn't noticed her confusion at his placing a hand on her shoulder. Ethan tried to make his conversations, especially with team members, and friendly and personable as possible. This also included being physically comfortable with each other. Especially since she would be a seeker along with him. They needed to be able to communicate with more than words.

As her smile grew wider Ethan pulled his hand away, and grinned as well. She hoped that he would be excited, and it was very clear that she was. "Great, consider yourself my slave for a few weeks," he laughed with a wink. He also shook his head when she commented about her being easier to get sick of then him. "Oh, I doubt that's true. My ADD can be overwhelming," he chuckled. As she handed him the parchment he took it happily and began jotting down the regular team practice times. "Well, these are the regular practice times. But you and I can work around each other schedules. When is good for you?"