stomps in first, arms crossed, skates already slung over one shoulder Oh, you're joking. You're kidding.

steps out of the opposite tunnel, hands in his sweatpants pockets Morning, Parkinson. You're ten minutes early. Did your alarm betray you?

We booked it yesterday. All of us. I watched Daphne write it down.

Yeah? I watched Theo write ours down two days ago.

That's not how booking works, Malfoy.

shrugs, skating casually onto the ice without putting his skates on Take it up with the scheduling office. Or, you know, the wall.

yawns, leaning on his stick Not this again. It's eight in the morning. Can't we just — split it? Half hour each?

No.

Says who?

Says the last three years of us showing up and you girls leaving.

We left because we were being nice.

Sure you were.

hands Daphne one of the coffees, then looks between the two captains Okay, well — Y/n, back me up here. We booked it. Right?

Astoria, don't drag her into it.

I'm just asking!

shrugs at Theo Whoever wrote it down first, then. Look at the sheet.

smirks See? Green's on top.

Green's on top because Mattheo wrote it over ours in green marker, you idiot.

glances back at the sheet, unbothered Still counts.

We're not coming back at ten, Malfoy. We're staying.

skates back to the edge, looks straight past her at you Oh, so the quiet one's staying too? Didn't know you spoke.