Dean was just as excited as everyone else as he and Seamus entered the great hall. The first thing that he did when he reached the Gryffindor table was to look for Harry. Once he did, he slid down next to him, and patted him on the back.
"I'm telling you, Harry, you're going to nail this." he said, and behind him Seamus nodded vigorously, showing his full support to the seeker.
Harry nodded and tried to fit the toast in his mouth. Dean guessed that he didn't have much of an appetite. He, too was like that in the summer whenever he sat down with his mum to watch the football games.
The leader of the Gryffindor quidditch team strolled into the great hall and before sitting down, the Weasley twins ran towards them and slapped Wood on the shoulder. Which made sure that Oliver jumped about a foot into the air from surprise.
"I told you not to do that!" shouted Oliver, rolling his eyes at the twins who only started laughing and giving themselves high fives.
George, or maybe Fed, grinned and said, "Cheer up, Oliver. We are going to win this match. Even if Slytherin," at this he glanced towards the neighbouring table and shot Draco Malfoy, who was tending to his fake arm injury, the best glare that he could manage. "drew out in the last minute."
"What? Then which team Gryffindor is going up against?" asked Seamus.
"Hufflepuff," answered Ron, looking quite sad and wanting to vomit. "they've got Diggory."
The Weasley twin rolled their eyes and Fred, Dean was sure now, said, "What's so good about Diggory. He's nothing. We've got Harry."
Halfway through his breakfast, the Gryffindor team and the Hufflepuff teams both walked out of the hall and to their changing rooms. "I do think their going to win, even though the weather is terrible." The two of them looked up and the sky on the roof was stormy and Dean was pretty sure that there was lightning and a few raindrops.
They did not win, and Harry ended up falling to the ground, courtesy of the dementors, and is now in the hospital wing.
Dean was on his way to find Seamus, who he had no idea about his whereabouts, and instead he bumped into Oliver Wood. And he looked to Dean as if he was ready to drown himself.
"Are you OK?" asked Dean.
Oliver shook his head, and he looked terrible. He was covered in mud and rain, and if Dean wasn't wrong, tears were falling down his face.
Not knowing what to do best, Dean walked forward, put a arm around Wood's broad shoulders and guided him down the hall. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Don't worry, it's just one match, there's loads more for you to win. Gryffindor will totally win the cup."
"Thank you, Dean." Wood croaked, honestly thankful that there was somewhere there for him, and that someone was Dean.