The quidditch game today mostly served, in Kristoffer's mind, to remind him that his team had lost their last match to Hufflepuff, and that Slytherin were thus out of the running for the quidditch cup. That meant he had no real stake in who won today's game (though wanted Ravenclaw to win, naturally), and also that he was in a really bad mood.
That was, until his eyes drifted across the emptying room and fell upon just the thing to make him feel better by making her feel worse. Prudence Browne, an abnormal specimen of a quidditch player and a young lady, with the height - and grace - of a dazed giraffe.
The beauty of Miss Browne was that Kristoffer didn't even need to try. He barely needed to put her off her game; she had clearly done so already.
He had already swung off from his spot at the Slytherin benches and sauntered slowly around the end of the tables, choosing the aisle by which he would pass nearest to her. He arrived just after her exclamation, and made absolutely no effort to quash a loud laugh at the sight of her sleeve. "By all means, don't stop there," Kris said with a smirk, sitting down on the bench directly opposite her as though he'd stopped to give her some well-meaning advice. "Keep going, and just play naked. Can't hurt your chances," he added, his gleeful look implying that was because her chances were already close to none.
That was, until his eyes drifted across the emptying room and fell upon just the thing to make him feel better by making her feel worse. Prudence Browne, an abnormal specimen of a quidditch player and a young lady, with the height - and grace - of a dazed giraffe.
The beauty of Miss Browne was that Kristoffer didn't even need to try. He barely needed to put her off her game; she had clearly done so already.
He had already swung off from his spot at the Slytherin benches and sauntered slowly around the end of the tables, choosing the aisle by which he would pass nearest to her. He arrived just after her exclamation, and made absolutely no effort to quash a loud laugh at the sight of her sleeve. "By all means, don't stop there," Kris said with a smirk, sitting down on the bench directly opposite her as though he'd stopped to give her some well-meaning advice. "Keep going, and just play naked. Can't hurt your chances," he added, his gleeful look implying that was because her chances were already close to none.
