The kiss was enough to rid Martin of his mild embarrassment, and to make him forget all the troubles he and Jim had between them. For a moment he couldn’t help but gaze at him with something like worship. But the walk from Slytherin’s dorm to Hufflepuff’s wasn’t a long one, and they were there before the moment could drag into more. Martin let them in and led them to his room, even though Jim most likely knew where it was. “Alright,” Martin said happily once he’d retrieved his broom and his practice quaffle as well (along with his practice goggles. The knee and elbow pads he left behind, as the odds of getting hit during keeper practice were slim), “I’m all ready when you are.”
Jim had let his gaze linger on Martin for a moment until they were in front of the Hufflepuff entrance. Led to Martin’s form wasn’t necessary but he said nothing about it. He followed along, unable to remember the last time he was in the Hufflepuff common room or dorms. He paused near the door as Martin collected his things. “Well let’s go then,” Jim said with a grin. Considering hands were a little more full he started to simply head out in the general direction of the pitch. “I hope i’ll be some form of decent as a keeper,” Jim said with a brief laugh.