Cameron had not thought much about quidditch since the last match. He'd gone into it expecting to lose with Sloane's absence, but he'd found that he hadn't felt as bothered watching Slytherin score against them while knowing that Sloane was miserable somewhere else. He'd felt guilty playing without her, and after losing he didn't feel the same rush of disappointment that he usually did. One thing he'd learned: Sloane was more important than the sport they both loved.
"We've got time," he reassured. Their next match wouldn't be for a long while, and by the Sloane would be better. She would have to be. Cameron readjusted his position on the sofa so he could lean his head back against the cushion and tuck his knees against his chest, intent on taking a nap himself.
"I'll be here," he assured her, passing her a smile before allowing his own eyelids to flutter shut.
"We've got time," he reassured. Their next match wouldn't be for a long while, and by the Sloane would be better. She would have to be. Cameron readjusted his position on the sofa so he could lean his head back against the cushion and tuck his knees against his chest, intent on taking a nap himself.
"I'll be here," he assured her, passing her a smile before allowing his own eyelids to flutter shut.
