Pout back to full strength, Ambrose glared at him and leaned back, careful not to knock into Alicia's pumpkin juice in the process. Lee just laughed harder at him, wiping away fake--well, Ambrose thought they were fake, but knowing him they could be real--tears and sighing contently.
Ambrose sighed heavily, giving his friend a faux betrayed look, and standing up. "Well, seeing as you aren't taking me seriously, I'm going to go be with someone who will!"
On his journey to where Dean was sitting, Ambrose heard Lee jokingly calling for him to come back, and smirked to himself, trying his best to not burst out laughing. Unfortunately for him, his exit wasn't as dramatic as he wished it was, seeing as Dean was only separated from where Lee was sitting by about ten other students. Still, he wore a satisfied smile while sliding into his seat, which Dean quickly took note of.
"Why are you grinning like that? Nothing good comes from that smile," Dean said slowly, apprehension clear on his face as he stared at Ambrose. "Also, why is Lee staring after you like you kicked his puppy?" He asked, simultaneously craning his neck to look over Neville Longbottom's head at Lee.
Ambrose threw a handful of grapes at Dean.
The match ended up being a complete and utter disaster. For starters, the weather was outrageous. On the walk to the Quidditch pitch, Ambrose's umbrella flew away twice. The second time he accio-ed it back to him, he discovered that the umbrella he gained wasn't even his--he heard an irritated yell, but ignored it. Finders keepers-- and Dean and Seamus lost theirs more often than him.
When they finally reached the stands they eagerly took the nearest seats available. Ambrose--suddenly extremely thankful for Professor Flitwick being such a good charms professor--made the seats warm up so that they wouldn't end up with hypothermia or something awful. The smiles and thank you's he received from Dean, Seamus and Neville warmed his heart, and he couldn't help but accio over some blankets.
Dean looked like he could die happy, and Ambrose grinned to himself as he bundled up, thankful for having chosen to wear one of his thickest and longest sweaters. It was still really cold outside, but with the warmth from the seats and the blankets, they all found it bearable. Ambrose honestly didn't understand why the match hadn't been canceled due to the weather, but it wasn't the first time that Hogwarts had ignored bad playing conditions, and it wouldn't be the last.
If he didn't want to support Lee, and all his other friends, he would gladly be snuggled into the comfortable couch in the common room. But despite his desire to be elsewhere, he still allowed himself to enjoy the extra time with Dean. Lately Dean had been spending the majority of his time with Seamus, while Ambrose had spent more time with the twins or was busy with coursework, and he missed being around his younger friend.
"Blimey, how can any of them see?" He heard Seamus call out from between Dean and Neville, and Ambrose leaned over to be heard over the howling wind.
"Dunno mate! Harry has glasses on too! Can anyone even see what's happening?" He shouted, waiting until he got negative conformation from everyone before he sat back in his seat with a sigh. If the match took longer than half an hour, he was heading back to the castle and taking his friends with him. It was much too cold to be outside, and once again he didn't understand why the match couldn't have been moved to a different time.
Thankfully, though, the match didn't take as long as Ambrose was expecting it to. As he had virtually no idea what was happening, aside from Lee's commentary on how Gryffindor was winning, the match was not very interesting to him. He found himself day dreaming about being anywhere else, until he heard Dean gasp excitedly.
"Harry's catching up to him!" He roared out, leaning forwards to see better, and Ambrose quickly started paying attention to the match again. Harry Potter, the Gryffindor team's seeker, was streaking towards Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff seeker. Finally!
With his attention now focused on Harry, Ambrose almost didn't notice that the dementors had moved from their positions at the entrances to the castle. There was no mistaking the breathtaking coldness that spread from them as they sucked the happiness out of an area, however, and Ambrose found himself wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulders to keep himself sitting up.
At the beginning of the year, Dumbledore had taken care to explain just how dangerous the Azkaban protectors were, and Ambrose did not doubt a single word he was told. His encounter with them on the Hogwarts Express had been enough proof, with them entering compartments in search for Sirius Black. Dementors forced one to remember their worst memory, and Ambrose never wished to be in that situation again.
It was more than the cold and the silence that was scaring Ambrose; the fact that the dementors, who had been ordered to stay off the grounds and away from where they could cause harm to any students, were in such close range to his friends terrified him. If not for the gasps and screams that echoed around the grounds when Harry started to fall off his broom, Ambrose didn't think that he would have noticed.
As it was, Ambrose couldn't do anything but watch as he fell.
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