Word to the Wise || All Beautiful Ravenclaws

There was a general sense of exhaustion cast over his team mates as he watched them all grabbing their bags and heading for the castle. Good. It meant they'd worked hard. After tucking away their equipment and getting a drink of water, Grayson picked up his own bag and slung it over his shoulder. He'd had the intention of walking with Adeline and chatting her up for a while, but she'd gotten out of there too quickly and by the time he'd turned to leave, they were all out the door and making their way back. No matter... the quiet would be refreshing. The scraping sensation that came with the clearing of his throat made him swallow and he straightened to leave as well.

The practice had gone smashingly in his opinion. Some seemed tired, but everyone had really paid attention in the position specific sessions he'd been giving. But none of that was filtering into his mind at that point. After practice, Grayson could only think of one thing. Food. The exertion had always made him feel like he could starve to death. All the while on his trek back to the common room he couldn't help but think about how delicious a great big steak sandwich with peppers and cheese and mushrooms and onions would be. He'd traveled off now into a fantasy world of his own where Adeline was sitting across a table from him, the sandwich was perfect and she was laughing about some sort of joke he'd told. The delicate way her hands gripped her tea cup was entrancing and frightening all at the same time. He knew those hands could practically kill a man, but they were ever so gentle now.

"Bloody get over it, Gray." He ran his hand through his hair and looked up just in time to notice the girl he'd been day dreaming of, walking only a few hundred paces ahead. Ezio was shortly behind. "You're a soldier of the faceless 'friend zoned' masses, Gray. That's all she'll ever think of you." As they all approached the common room and began their climb, Grayson spotted Ezio looking a little too closely at Adeline's calves. Taking an extra step or two and catching up, the tired, sweaty captain, trod 'accidentally' on the back of the other boy's boot. "Oh... Sorry mate."

With a bit of a grin, he looked down at his own feet and fell silent again. He'd covered that well and managed to avert the boy's eyes. Okay so really it was harmless that he was looking at her legs. But it could have been more and if he didn't stop it now, Ezio might have very well been looking right up her robes next time. Yes. In his mind, Grayson was calling that a move in his favor. While everyone else was settling in and dropping their things, Grayson moved to grab Addie's bag only to have it scooted out of the way. When the elf arrived Grayson could hardly keep back an eye roll. He liked Ezio, honestly. The boy was a hell of a chaser. But there were assuming little things that he did that made Grayson think he came off as a bit entitled on occasion.

The house elf was one of those things. Could he just call on one of the school's house elves like everyone else did? Grayson knew better than to call for one of his families elves. They had two and they were getting rather old. His mother was fond of them though and set them to work spying on neighbors and eavesdropping in on private conversations here and there through out their little wizard inhabited village. So when Gray called them for anything else, his mother was thrown into a fit. Walking passed them all, he made his way to their dorms and changed with out saying a word.

Of course he had heard the comment Adeline had made about punishing them. It wasn't that at all. He just wanted them to win. They deserved that and he knew it. The team had all worked so hard lately and he just wanted to see them have one really amazing game. Returning later with a change of clothes and a shower, Grayson smiled at Tia and Mikael and began making plans to sit and relax, when the smells began to find him. "Excuse me.." A very small elf stopped and looked up at him from under a puffy chef's hat. "I don't want to trouble you... but there is this sandwich..." He need not say any more. The elf knew who he was and had heard of The Grayson Ultimate Steak Sandwich of Glory. Thanking Penny, as he was informed, Gray grabbed up a plate and began to pile on fruits and veggies and rolls.

There was a spot open on the floor where he sat down, his head level with her's as she lay there. As hot and sweaty as she was, he could still smell her shampoo wafting off her hair. It was hard to ignore but he crammed a strawberry in his gob and swallowed before looking up with a grin. "Slytherin is going to cry at this match." There was a laugh coming from him as he picked at his grapes and tried hard to ignore the burning in his chest. Luckily, it was a feeling he had grown used to suppressing.

Mikael came through the door and Hestia didn’t bother stopping. She wrapped her arms around him, despite the fact that he had just came from Quidditch practice and then planted two kisses on either side of his cheeks, ”Rough morning doesn’t even begin to describe it.”