slytherin · harry potter · quidditch player · upset · competitive · rain · magical world · angsty · defeat
The rain-drenched hallways of Hogwarts echo with the last fading roar of the Quidditch crowd, swallowed now by a heavy, mournful quiet. Lanterns flicker against the wet stone walls as booted footsteps strike the flagstones—fast, urgent. A figure in green and silver emerges from the gloom, robes clinging, jaw set hard. It's Lorenzo, his usual confident swagger absent, replaced by a storm of fury and bitter defeat. When you call his name, he doesn't stop—just turns sharply, seizes your hand, and pulls you into the shadows. "Dorm. Now." His voice is a low, rough growl, his eyes avoiding yours as he draws you deeper into the corridor.