"Well that's rank," he said, skimming over the page and then turning it. His fingers brushed over hers, not entirely accidentally.
When she mentioned Quidditch he brightened. "Yes, but which position do I play?" he teased, leaning closer again. "We still have practice when we can. You can come watch us sometime." He liked to show off, especially for pretty girls.
"Yeah, Hogwarts doesn't like to be mapped," he agreed, though he knew differently. His dad had told him all about the Marauder's Map, though it was more of a legend than anything else. It would have been brilliant to have it though, especially for the Defense League.
"I think you'd have more luck just walking around, memorizing where the portraits are," he suggested. He'd done that himself, and knew at which time certain portraits went visiting. It made secret snogging sessions lots easier to manage.