"Of course I'll be there," Dylan said, not able to imagine not being there. "Do you really need to ask?" he laughed, kissing the top of her head. "Not that you'll notice me there, you'll be swamped with new fans trying to get your autograph," he teased, pinching her side. He hoped it was really just a joke and not something that would become too true. Not that it wasn't realistic, he knew how men talked of the hot women in Quidditch.
He wondered how she could not be hungry, but he certainly didn't mind having her cuddling up to him - cold or not. "How is the training?" he asked. "Tell me what you're doing, it can't just be like school."