The hours before lunch had seemed as though they had dragged on far more longer then it should. It had seemed that David had been counting down the seconds until this particular lunch for over two weeks. He knew exactly what was going on for at least quiddich for that day, which was more then he could say for any of his classes. They were far too boring for him to give his full attention to, not that was any different from any other day, despite watching his back when it came to sitting in Ms. Carrow's classroom that is. Today was the day that Gryffindors had their tryouts, so there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would make his way down to the pitch merely to watch the new team captain, Demezla. If anyone knew him though and he acted or spoke to that woman, then anyone would know that he wouldn't exactly watch it all take place.
He honestly couldn't wait to bug Robins. Ruffle her feathers, so to speak. In Aras' mind, he always thought that he came out on top when it came to their verbal or written spats whereever they seemed to break out at that particular time. It was a fact that he actually was proud about, even though he was oblivous to the fact that neither of them won their spats.
Making his way towards the Great Hall, he had barely sat down upon his usual bench by the table when the glimce of a familar red hair headed back out after being within the large room within a matter of seconds. Without doing much thinking, Aras reached out and took a couple of rolls within his hands before heading down to the pitch himself. He knew exactly how Demelza was feeling about the tryouts, even though that wasn't a thought that was going to cause him to not accomplish what he set out to do. Once the entire thing was over, she could do the same back to him during his own tryouts for Ravenclaw in two days. In fact, he expected her to do just that.
Aras finally arrived on the pitch and took a bite out of the remaining roll in his hand. It only took one quick glance that he had seen the red-head taking off high into the air. Placing a hand in his pocket, devouring the remaining piece of food within his mouth, he walked onto the pitch rather slowly simply glancing upwards at Demelza with a grin. It wouldn't be too long until she took notice of him.