Poppet came down to breakfast on Sunday morning to see that it was very empty. None of the girls in her dorm had managed to show up. In fact, there wasn't a sixth or seventh year Gryffindor in sight, apart from Tobias. Poppet slid into a seat next to Rose. Tobias, Albus, Adam, Lily and another first year girl Poppet didn't recognise all smiled at her as she took her seat and she smiled back, bidding them all a 'good morning'.

"Morning," Tobias smirked, "Head hurting much? We didn't think you'd make it to breakfast!"

"There's a dull ache," Poppet said, pouring herself a coffee and piling bacon and eggs onto her plate, "But my Beauxbatons party days have helped me become almost immune to hangovers."

Rose let out an exasperated sigh, "It's not fair that Al and I couldn't have any firewhisky!"

"You're fourteen, Rose," Tobias laughed, "We have to be responsible. I don't want your dad after my head."

"I know, but we're on the team too! And we had to go to bed at midnight!" Rose grumbled.

"I'm not complaining," Albus said, calmly, "I heard James was being sick in the boy's bathroom all night. He can be the Potter who disgraces himself."

Lily winked at him and Poppet laughed. "Mr. Potter needs to learn how to hold his drink, it seems."

Tobias smirked again, "How's Flo this morning?"

"Asleep," Poppet laughed, "How's Blane?"

"He's also asleep! Wow, it's like they're made for each other!" Tobias' eyes were sparkling with glee and Poppet knew that Blane and Florence would be the butt of all the teasing today and even the rest of this week. She was happy for Florence. She hoped that something nice would come out of all the snogging that they seemed to have done last night. "Well, it's getting on for ten. We better get down to the pitch."

"What?" Poppet was confused. They didn't have practice today. They didn't have a match. Why would she need to head down to the pitch?

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are playing today, you dolt," Tobias teased, "We've got to scope out the competition."

"Don't call me a dolt, you ass," Poppet laughed.

"Don't call me an ass, you dolt," Tobias retorted.

"Oh, give me a break," Rose muttered, and stood up and began to walk towards the door. The rest of the 'we're not too hungover to enjoy some Sunday morning Quidditch' gang followed her out of the door and Poppet was glad she'd brought a coat down to breakfast with her. The wind was bracing. She thanked Merlin that yesterday had been a pretty windless day. Perfect Quidditch conditions.

Tobias and Poppet walked together, while Tobias gave them the low down on the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams.

"Who do we root for?" Poppet asked.

"We generally side with Hufflepuff," Tobias explained, "I don't know why. It's kind of always been the case."

"Any Wotters playing?" Poppet was very inquisitive this morning. She was also very glad that she had decided to come out for some fresh air. It was doing her headache wonders.

"What the hell's a Wotter?" Tobias laughed, "Is this a weird French thing that I don't know about, Miss Beauxbatons?"

Poppet chuckled, "Oh – no! Weasley-Potters! I shortened it – in my head. I guess – I don't know!"

"Ohh!" Tobias said as if he'd suddenly just solved something that had been bothering him for months, "Yes! Dominique plays for Ravenclaw! She's the Keeper!"

Poppet hadn't met any of these Wotters. She knew of them and she knew that that Dominique and Louis were fluent in French and she wondered if they would get on if they did get the chance to meet. They could speak French to one another. Poppet's wondering thoughts made her realise she was in a very odd mood today. She appeared to be rambling – but only in her head. Her brain was working a hundred miles per hour. She blamed the firewhisky.

Poppet sat down in her seat. The wind was even bitterer up in the stadium. She wrapped her coat tighter to her body and shivered. "You want my scarf?" Tobias asked and she took it gratefully, saying she owed him one big time. The match started and Poppet was cheering and clapping along with the rest of the crowd. Hufflepuff scored three goals, putting them in an early lead. They looked strong compared to Ravenclaw. "The Hufflepuff team has some new faces this year. Amazing talent," Tobias commented.

"He's amazing," Poppet said in awe of one of the Hufflepuff chasers, "That guy!" She pointed frantically at the chaser who currently had the Quaffle.

"Oh yeah, Lucas Smith is beast," Tobias nodded, "Not as good as me, right?" He winked at Poppet and she laughed.

"Whatever stops the tears, Holt," She smirked.

After about an hour and a half, the Ravenclaw seeker finally caught the Snitch. However, the 150 points that they won from getting the snitch still didn't put them in the lead. Hufflepuff had scored 21 goals, meaning they had 210 points at the end of the match. They'd beaten Ravenclaw by a mere 10 points but they were ecstatic. The crowd started to migrate back up to the castle.

"Lucas Smith was amazing," Rose squealed, running up to Tobias and Poppet as they walked away from the pitch with Albus having to run to catch up with her. "He scored 18 of those goals! 18! Can you believe it?"

"Damn the sorting hat for not putting him in Gryffindor!" Albus said with mock rage, "Dad knew his dad at school though. Reckons he's a bit of a tosser."

"You can't have everything, I suppose," Tobias sniggered.

"He's so dreamy, too," Rose sighed. "You could get lost in those eyes forever. I'd like to get lost in more than his eyes though. Know what I mean, Poppet?" She nudged Poppet with her elbow.

"Gross," Albus shuddered, "I don't need to hear about my cousin's romantic feelings, thanks."

"You're such a prude, Al," Tobias snorted, ruffling Albus' hair. Albus scowled from under his black fringe.

"Yeah - I have needs, Al!" Rose laughed.

"Ick!"

The 'we're not too hungover to enjoy some Sunday morning Quidditch' gang (minus Lily and her first year friend who had gone elsewhere) made their way back up to the common room. As usual, it was bustling when they arrived. The heat from the fire made Poppet's cheeks prickle as she had just spent the best part of two hours in sub-zero winds. She scanned the room and noticed a very dour, tired, run-down looking group of people. She recognised them immediately to be her friends. Florence was lying on the floor, looking pale and sickly. Roxanne was trying to do homework but looked flustered, her left hand cradling her head. Jocelyn was napping – her mouth was open wide and she was snoring.

Tobias and Poppet approached them. Florence looked up and offered them a watery smile before laying her head back down again.

"Hey guys," Tobias said, softly. "Are you feeling okay?"

Roxanne scowled, "No. We feel awful. How are you two so cheery?"

"Resilience, my friend," Tobias grinned goofily, "Too much drinking over the summer on my part. Too many wild nights at French boarding school for my partner-in-crime here."

"So I'm your partner-in-crime now, am I?" Poppet laughed.

"You committed to that when you decided to spend the morning with me, Pops," Tobias smirked.

"Please. Be. Quiet," Florence moaned, "Take your weird flirting elsewhere. My head is killing me."

"It's not flirting," Poppet said, cheerily.

"Isn't it?" Tobias winked at Poppet and she blushed, and quickly turned away. "No sign of Blane, Flo?"

Florence groaned. "He's probably holding James' hair back while he vomits."

"That's a nice image," Tobias grimaced. "You two not had a little chat since last night, then?"

"No," Florence grumbled.

"Well, I wouldn't worry," Tobias reassured her with a kind smile, "It wasn't just drunken feelings. The cheeky git couldn't stop talking about you for weeks before the party."

Florence smiled weakly again and propped herself up on her elbows. She looked peaky and tired. She almost looked like a shell of Florence – as if the real Florence was still sleeping somewhere in there. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. Her skin almost had a green quality to it. My poor friends, thought Poppet.

"W-what did he say?" Florence asked.

"Ah, now that would be telling!" Tobias smirked. He was a fan of a smirk. It was the expression Poppet noticed most on his face. "I'm going up to the boys' dorm to see what's going on and if they'll be coming down for lunch. You coming, Pops?"

"Nah, I'll stay here," She smiled up at Tobias who was already standing up.

"Okay, see you later," He disappeared off up the stairs to the dorm and Poppet watched him go. Nice butt, she thought to herself. She turned around to see Florence and Roxanne giving her quizzical stares.

"What's going on with you two?" Florence asked.

"Nothing," Poppet replied, simply.

"What have you been up to this morning?" Roxanne pressed.

"Watching the Quidditch game," Poppet answered.

"Is that all?" Both of them said in unison.

"Yes," said Poppet, firmly, "Hufflepuff have some great players this-"

"Don't change the subject," Roxanne said, quickly, "There's something going on with you two. I can sense it."

"There's honestly not," Poppet said, "I wouldn't lie to you guys."

Florence rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, for the sake of your happiness, I will pretend that I think there is nothing going on between you and Tobias."

"And I, for the sake of your happiness, will definitely not exchange a knowing look with Florence every time you two have an exchange," Roxanne nodded solemnly.

"I would expect nothing less," Poppet smiled.

AN: Hiya! Sorry this chapter is really short! It was a filler really. I just thought you might want something to get to know Tobias (think Toby from Pretty Little Liars for looks) and get to see some Poppet away from the girls for once! Poppet and Tobias are getting a little flirty it seems... Also I didn't update yesterday because FFN was down. Hope you don't mind :)