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Michael may not have always known what to do - in fact, he rarely knew what he was doing, in all honesty - but if there was one thing that could be said for him it was that he was a patient young man. Really, he knew that all of this was up to Margo to tell him or not and if she hadn't told him...

Michael awkwardly steered the both of them to the side of the room, feeling extremely guilty for having brought it up but at the same time, at least a little glad they were clearing the air. Even if it wasn't necessarily the best time for it. In fact, possibly the worst time for it. He hesitated...

Michael turned back to look at Margo, feeling a little more anxious. "H-hey..." he started, not really sure of what to say. He didn't know if he should intrude on her personal space or something, but moved to gently put a hand on her shoulder in what he hoped was an understanding gesture...

It seemed as though maybe he'd hit a nerve. Michael stumbled a little on the spot, scuffing his shoe along the ground as he turned his body to properly look at Margo. "Well, uh..." he started, wondering if he could either bail out or if he should commit to asking about it. He didn't really want...

Michael may not have been the best at reading people, but even he wasn't blind enough to avoid seeing that something was up with Margo. As usual, he'd spent time ruminating on it rather than doing anything about it. If Margo didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't going to push her. He'd instead...

Name: Michael Watson House: Ravenclaw Year: Sixth Lessons Missed: 1, 2 & 3 Lesson One Michael liked History of Magic, it was based on facts and analysis of the past as opposed to speculating on the future so naturally it was something he gravitated to more. Professor Borisyuk was pretty...

I probably should have thought about it more than not at all when I decided to take a trip up north tomorrow. :r At least I can post on my phone. Here's hoping this game lasts more than 5 minutes!

Michael was feeling very confident. Sure, Slytherin were historically strong, but they had lost a lot of their stronger players and were nowhere near the powerhouse they used to be. He didn't want to underestimate them, as games were won on equal parts luck and skill, but he felt that at least...

Michael blew his whistle, bringing the training session to a halt. "Alright everyone, good hustle today. If we play like that against Slytherin we should have no problems." He gestured for the team to follow him down to the ground for warm down stretches and water, before letting everyone go for...

Michael took Margo's hand, still always a little unsure of what was appropriate, not wanting to push anything and make her uncomfortable. He gave her hand a small squeeze, putting on a mock affronted look at the idea she'd need to think about the answer longer. "I mean, it's a way off, was just...

Michael wondered what the best tactic for Slytherin was. Probably stopping their beaters.

Michael was definitely feeling good about their chasers, Ambrose was only a first year but showed a whole lot of skill already. "Just a few more minutes, guys, keep it up!" he called, in case the others had lost track of time.

Michael was feeling pretty good about the game coming up, definitely liked their chances against Slytherin. He tossed the quaffle back into play.

Michael was getting a bit tired himself, but he would keep pushing on for just a little longer.

Michael opened his mouth to answer, and then closed it, trying to think of something clever to say. He was no fool - he was a Ravenclaw, after all - though as much as he would have liked the idea of it, being a comedian was not in his future. "Oh, uh, the scariest thing of all - wearing the...