Iwan whirled around and put his hands out to explain, then realized who he was about to explain himself to.
"Marissa!" he exclaimed. Iwan straightened up, knowing that he probably looked a strange mix of terrified and excited and that it probably wasn't a good look. He didn't have many good looks, if he were honest, but Marissa had seemed to like him enough back in Hogsmeade, so there was a chance--
"I'm sorry for not contacting you sooner," he blurted, but then he lowered his voice to a whisper, in case there were dragons on her tail. She didn't seem too concerned, but, maybe she was just used to having fire rained down on her from ginormous beasts, "It was terribly rude of me to kiss and----leave."
Leave, they just parted when they restaurant got crowded and fans started to interrupt. They were lucky The Tattler hadn't picked up on it, though really...how many people besides his teammates and the fans that made regular trips to Tutshill Stadium even knew what he looked like.
"So I came to---apologize." Iwan stuck his hand to give her a firm shake, if she accepted his apology, of course.
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