Dylan/Allison
Dylan was so not happy about losing to Jamie, and if they hadn't had bloody Oliver Wood for keeper then maybe he could have scored a few times, and maybe - just maybe - he wasn't supposed to begrudge Jamie and Sirius the win on their wedding party? Only this was Quidditch and there was no such thing as losing gracefully. He was going to kick arse in the next game.
Making his way over to Allison, he grinned as he walked up to her from behind. "So why is it that I try to get you to let me take your or Toby up for weeks with no luck and Jamie just winks at you and you're suddenly in the air?" he asked teasingly, only then stepping around so that she could see him. "You so owe me, you do know that." Not that he was sure of why or how that worked, but for teasing purposes it definitely did.
"And I so owe him to kick his arse at Quidditch when he doesn't have Oliver bloody Wood as a keeper. Give me Dom as a seeker and I'll kick his arse," he said.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked. "I could tell that Toby did, but you didn't look all that convinced."