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As Rowan stood in the Quidditch pitch in front of his best friend with one of the rougher looking school brooms clutched in his right hand, he had a great big smile plastered across his face. It definitely didn't represent the way he was currently feeling inside, but acting like he truly felt was a downer and he didn't want to put the weight of his messy, tangled emotions - sadness, guilt, worry - onto Mavican who looked happy as Larry with the quaffle cradled in her arms. Besides, it wasn't her problem to deal with and he didn't want to talk about it anyway. He just needed a distraction, and this was a perfect one.

"Handsome, hey? Not even a week back at Hogwarts and you're already showering me in compliments. What would your future zombaby momma if she heard that?" Rowan said teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows in her way. His eyes went rolling not a few seconds later as she suggested he was going to surrender. "Never. This is war. Take no prisoners." With that, Rowan mounted his broom and flew up into the sky until he was positioned in the middle of the field, mid-air. "Who's defending goals first? You or me?"

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The fake smile Rowan was wearing promptly slid off his face as Mavican replied there was no future zombaby mumma because apparently she and Casey were no longer an item. "Shit, sorry. Didn't know," he said sheepishly. But how would he have? It wasn't like he caught up with anyone in the holidays. He'd been too busy chasing down Rue, his mind constantly spinning with all of the bad things that could happen to her whilst he tried to find her. "I - you wanna talk about it? Do I need to start avoiding her? 'Cause shit, man, I don't know what happened but I kinda liked her. She was like a... little package-sized pistol."

Rowan thought for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah, let's do it, dude. I get five shots. If I get... uh, more than 2.5, you're buying me a gallon of butterbeer," he said, before rolling his eyes teasing as she showed off her little broomstick tricks. "Yeah, we get it, you're the new captain, soon to be recruited for a team. Don't gotta rub it in my face." His voice was light and joking because really, despite how he currently felt inside, he was happy for her. She'd worked hard for captaincy and it was nice to see somebody enjoying the new school year.

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It appeased a little bit of the guilt he was feeling, hearing Mavi say she wouldn't have been able to write back to him about what was going on anyway. It appeared the both of them had trouble talking about their feelings. Swinging an arm across her shoulder, he drew her close with a squeeze and pressed a kiss against the top of her head. "So, back to your man... woman... non-discriminatory-eater ways?" he asked. It was kind of impressive, seeing her pre-Casey. She had game like nobody else... including him who had slept with a grand total of, uh, one person. Something he hadn't really shared with anyone - not out of shame, but more so... out of respect for the other person. Also, it was kinda hard to just casually bring up you lost your virginity to a really hot Hufflepuff in the Astronomy tower after getting lit. 

He had to admit, it was impressive how Mavican was so level-headed about this whole situation. Props to her and everything. "You're a good person, Mavi. So gracious. I'm gonna start calling you 'Your Majesty.' I expect you to give everyone the Queen's wave when you pass them from now on," he joked lightly. At least talking about this made it easier not to dwell on Rue, or the sadness that sank his stomach like a stone. It gave him something else to focus on.

Shooting forward on his broom towards the goals, Rowan held the quaffle tightly in his arms, although her words of 'my new lady' almost caused him to drop the damn thing because uh, that was fast. "Maybe I'll introduce you to my new man," he returned, right before lobbing the quaffle at the left-side goal.