Stuart Twombly x reader

5

I don't put Stuart in this enough, I'm sorry, it annoys me.

 Surprisingly, after trying to organise the shifts with Harry as quickly as possible before the game started, Carrie agreed to let you go to the field to watch the match, where you stood now breathing in the smell of grass and listening to the excited, bustling cheers around you. A tap on your shoulder distracts you from the bright sunshine that beams down on top of the collection of Quiddich hoops and the towering checkered towers. You turn around to see the team, looking slightly nervous but prepared, glaring across the field and discussing tactics.

 "Good luck, guys!" you exclaim, hugging them one by one with excitement. You go to put your arms around Stuart accidentally but you both freeze, both of you slightly embarassed, and you fold your arms, stepping away from him.

 "Try not to get hit in the head. Wouldn't want your mad computer skillz to fall out," you mutter to him sarcastically as the team rushes off, called to get onto the pitch. He throws an equally sarcastic look at you and follows the rest of the team, exiting with a jog that screams unfit.

 You groan when you see the opposing team is led by Graham, the only other intern to insult you, and cross your fingers as your team runs on uncomfortably. Once both teams have arrived, you take a few steps forwards so you are practically on the pitch, standing restlessly.

 The whistle blows and the game begins, and you find yourself pulled into it, screaming along with the other spectators as the game unfolds. The amount of times your team gets hit is almost painful to watch, and you find your sunny mood dampened by Graham and his cohorts.

 You can't help but burst out laughing when Neha hits Stuart in the head as he scrolls through his phone, and have to put your hand over your mouth as the other people watching give you a strange look.

 Just as the team develop their winning streak after a supposed inspirational speech (you don't know, all you heard was 'strip down' and 'leg warmers'), Graham, naturally, cheats, and the game, to your despair, is lost.

*

 On the phone to Neha later, you fiddle with the waiting book on your lap, torn between wanting to read it or talk to your apparent best friend, the conversation about your mutual dislike for Graham wearing thin, but then Stuart's name is mentioned.

 "Did you see Stuart's face when I hit him?" Neha giggles down the phone. You burst out laughing and remember the shock.

 "Oh, my God, I never enjoyed Quiddich more," you admit, and the two of you laugh.

 "But seriously, y/n, what did he say to you when he hung back after you almost hugged him?" Neha asks in a rush, sounding excited.

 "You saw that?" you groan, covering your face even though she can't see you down the phone. "I could've kicked myself. That was my worst nightmare."

 "Yeah, we all saw it. Anyway, what did he say?" Neha presses insistantly, and you frown.

 "Er...nothing? What's there to say?"

 "Really?" she replies doubtfully.

 "Yeah?" Your hand, still playing with the pages of your book, freezes. "Neha, why would he say anything to me? Other than he's too smart for me or something..."

 "Oh. Nothing. I would've thought... Never mind." Neha changes the subject and you decide to let her strange question drop.

I PROMISE this will get better and less klunky and there will be more Stuar

OBVIOUSLY there is some plot changes, so if something I write now or later doesn't quite add up to the plot, it's me just shifting things.