Remus/Bill
Remus had watched the first two games from the platform this time rather than hiding out in a tree with Alex. Of course, he'd still brought a book. He'd just spent more time watching the game over the edge of it than reading it this time. Quidditch itself still didn't hold much interest for him as a game, though.
Of course, he was more intelligent than to get involved in any of the game discussions during the break for toasts and eating. When they got back to the school, he would congratulate Regulus on his win and commiserate on his loss. But, no power on earth could convince him it was anything but suicidal to discuss the merits of each game with the rabid-players of the Potter-Weasley family.
Wandering through the assembled players with a butterbeer in hand, he spotted Bill and made his way over to talk to the older man.
"Having now seen five games with your family," he teased with a laugh as he approached, "I don't think I can believe you haven't been practising combat flight."