Once an enjoyable pastime, quidditch had almost become a chore in the wake of his personal drama. He'd managed to convince himself that it would pass, though, although he wasn't sure when or how or what would clear his head of his distractions. It did not help that most of his time spent on the pitch was with people who he cared about and whose opinions he valued - Maddy, for one, knew him well enough to know when his heart was not in it, and Sloane was - there.
He wasn't certain what they were now, or if they were even anything at all. They had not shared a kiss, a tender word, or even so much as a touch of affection since the Christmas part, but in his heart he knew he still loved her. It was really less of a question of what he wanted them to be, but what she wanted them to be.
Practice went well enough, and Cameron excused their performances as the weight of the end of the year beginning to settle on their shoulders. Their professors had begun hankering down for the upcoming testing season, which was worse for him than the fourth years on the team but it was hard to miss how they'd added course work to all of the age groups. He finally landed on the ground and took a second to breathe while the rest of the team dismounted and began to chatter amongst themselves. He watched as Sloane got off her broom, too - and then promptly turned his gaze as she began to walk towards him.
He reluctantly met her eye as she stood in front of him, but very quickly his attention went to he piece of parchment she passed him. He looked at her confusedly, then back at the parchment, and unfurled it to reveal its words.
Sloane was resigning.
"No," he said curtly. "Not an option." They were nearing the end of the quidditch season and still had a game left - and anyways, she was a good seeker and they needed her. But most importantly, Cameron needed her. "I can't loose you," he explained, though after a pause his heartbeat to quicken, the realization setting in that his words had taken on a double-meaning.
He wasn't certain what they were now, or if they were even anything at all. They had not shared a kiss, a tender word, or even so much as a touch of affection since the Christmas part, but in his heart he knew he still loved her. It was really less of a question of what he wanted them to be, but what she wanted them to be.
Practice went well enough, and Cameron excused their performances as the weight of the end of the year beginning to settle on their shoulders. Their professors had begun hankering down for the upcoming testing season, which was worse for him than the fourth years on the team but it was hard to miss how they'd added course work to all of the age groups. He finally landed on the ground and took a second to breathe while the rest of the team dismounted and began to chatter amongst themselves. He watched as Sloane got off her broom, too - and then promptly turned his gaze as she began to walk towards him.
He reluctantly met her eye as she stood in front of him, but very quickly his attention went to he piece of parchment she passed him. He looked at her confusedly, then back at the parchment, and unfurled it to reveal its words.
Sloane was resigning.
"No," he said curtly. "Not an option." They were nearing the end of the quidditch season and still had a game left - and anyways, she was a good seeker and they needed her. But most importantly, Cameron needed her. "I can't loose you," he explained, though after a pause his heartbeat to quicken, the realization setting in that his words had taken on a double-meaning.
