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[fabtotheprew]

Who: Fabface and Anderson
What: hugtimes!
When: After Fabian was being a dick.
Where: Quidditch Pitch
Rating: N for No pissiness.

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[nymphinchains]

Andie was absent-mindedly doodling on the corner of her journal when she spied someone flying towards her at almost breakneck speed and closed it over her quill, shaking her hair back off her face as she waited to see who on earth was tearing down to the Quidditch pitch in such a hurry. When she saw it was Fabian, she set her journal down beside her and hugged her knees to her chest, watching him dismount a few steps below her.

"Isn't that my broom?" she asked him, eyeing the broomstick he had arrived on in some confusion.

[fabtotheprew]

Fabian looked down at the broom in his hand and then back up at her. "Uh yes because to me, flashy broomsticks always means happiness. And I like to make an entrance."

He sat down beside her, completely uninvited, yes, but hoping that she would uncurl because he was wildly uncomfortable with a vulnerable-looking Andie. It didn't suit her.

[nymphinchains]

Andie didn't much care how or why Fabian had gotten her broom; her mind was occupied elsewhere. She laid her chin on her knees and sighed heavily.

"Oh please, feel free to join me," she said dryly, after he had sat down next to her.

[fabtotheprew]

"Good, I will."