Most of the time spent during the quidditch cup was with James, Quinn, Poppy, and Sera. He meant to talk with Lyra during the match at some point, but time slipped away and then the game was over. That's when the partying began. He joined the others of his friends, drinking and having fun, and Ash kept looking for Lyra among the group, but it appeared that she and Bella were not in attendance for any, or at least not the ones that he was there for. By the time the partying was coming to an end, Ash had departed already, wandering around to see if he could find Lyra.
Their last conversation left him wanting to talk in person. While these new journals were useful, Ash would rather talk to Lyra to actually get a good read on what was going on in her head. He read in a book that a little more than half of communication was nonverbal, and he was a firm believer in that. He remembered that Lyra said she was going to be attending the match with Bella, and so he sought out the Sorrento tent.
Ash was approaching the tent when he saw the exact person he wanted to see emerging. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes roaming over the thin fabric that made up her pajamas, and of course, she had her sketcbhook in hand. He remembered how she drew a picture of him and he knew, he knew there was interest there. But with his engagement announcement to Bella, she was cooling away. This arranged marriage was proving to be more of a nuisance than anything else. He just needed to talk to her.
"Lyra," he said, walking up to her and making his presence known. He was still dressed for the day. A pair of khaki shorts and a button-up shirt of blue with some light red detailing around the collar. He continued, "Going to draw? I'll go with you."