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[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly had, of course, sworn to fight at Harry's side in the matter of the dishes. Or, if Harry prefers, to lend moral support from nearby. He...hadn't really sworn to get up before dawn to do this, if only because Harry had neglected to explain his cunning scheme.

So it's his usual breakfast time when Feuilly comes down to the common room, his laptop under his arm, and pokes his head into the kitchen. And blinks to see Harry already there. "--When did you start?"

Uh, and good morning and stuff, that too.

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[tu_vas_triompher]

"Um--I suppose? I don't know--I'll look it up--" But not in the last moments of the game, with his team up by one point.

There's a certain amount of held breath and shoulder tension.

[harryhotspur]

The ending is-- oddly anticlimactic. It just... stops, when the meddling man blows his whistle. Everyone cheers, though, which is a bit better, and Harry lets out a "Ha!" and gives Feuilly's shoulder a punch.

"I know not if 'twas well-won-- but 'twas won!"

[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly nods firmly and punches back. "Right. Well done, um--Hotspur. Hotspurs? Tottenham." He laughs, and punches Harry again for good measure. "We'll have to see if we can watch another. And I'm going to find out about this offside business."

[harryhotspur]

"Ay, do! Thou shalt research, and I shall--" Uh. "--wash dishes."

[tu_vas_triompher]

"Do you want me to dry?" A few people have come in for breakfast or coffee while they've been watching the game; by now there probably are a few dishes besides their own.

[harryhotspur]

"It is not thy punishment, I will not press thee to it," he says. He's still got his attention half-turned towards the screen: everyone's wandering around, hugging and shaking hands. "...but nor will I deny thy company, which well thou know'st I am ever pleased to have."

[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly's smile is probably very foolish-looking, but there it is. "I'll dry. And then I'll study the offside rule."

Study it and master it.