"My parents are both magical, so I've never come across a television. Not in any of my cousins' houses, or anyone I'm even remotely related to at all." Thomas replied with a slighting wrinkling of his nose. His gaze absently started to drift from the papers he was browsing in his hands in front of him, over to the boy in front of him. "You're welcome." he said casually, before he found his eyes drawn to the slight movement of Jack's lips when the other popped the rocks in his mouth and started to gently suck on the treat. The flutters on his stomach were ever-present at that moment, even more forceful than before. Sighing, Thomas looked back down and finished piling the papers into separate piles. He realized then that he was getting carried away with his feelings again, and letting such a thing advance might just make it awkward for the professional relationship. Though who can blame him? The boy was interesting, and fun to be with and he had to admit, gorgeous. It was just a crush, maybe. What harm is there in that, when he has no plans on doing anything about it? Nothing. So why fight it, really? When the other asked him, he found himself laughing, and it was a good feeling. "Yes. Very abstract. A true Picasso, I must say."
"Well, Theory is as important as playing the game, you know." Thomas said. "Those motion picture things muggles have? I'm sure you know them. I heard in muggle class that they're nothing without the people who make them behind the... camera." Muggle Studies was really serving him well, Thomas thought, plucking the candy rocks from the table and popping some in his mouth. "The same goes for Quidditch. Without decent plays, we'd all just be big boys on brooms randomly throwing our balls at each other." Graciously, he accepted the Quidditch doodles from the other and took a look at them. He finally realized he was right- the boy was superb. "And I'm right. Not a surprise really, given my superior intelligence." A snicker. "You're excellent." Tom looked up, met the other's steady gaze and smiled. "You should definitely coach a team someday. And you're team might be doing well, but with my team's awesome Keeper..." he reached his hand back behind his neck and popped his collar airily. "... Your team wouldn't stand a chance. I'm not going to let any of the balls get in my hoops. Which by the way, sounds dirty for some reason..." Another laugh, and another warning look from Madame Pince. When he felt the other's feet brush against his own, a slight shiver ran through him, making him feel warm and rather nice. Thomas did it again, experimentally though quicker this time before pulling back completely, the gesture seeming almost as if it was accidental even though it wasn't. The shivers almost doubled, he noted. He disguised this slight surprise with a smile. "I know you do. Now quit acting as if you're refusing to talk unless necessary. Doesn't suit you. And besides, I like hearing your voice, so you'd better not deprive me of it."
"Studying?" Thomas continued, feigning innocence. "What is this 'studying' thing that you speak of?" A teasing smirk.
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