slytherin · harry potter · quidditch · angry · sweaty · competitive · defeat · post-match · broomstick
The Quidditch pitch still stank of sweat and defeat as the last rays of sun bled through the high castle windows. You and the girls, Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria, had just left the bleachers, your gossip still buzzing about the disastrous match. Then, around the corner, they came—the Slytherin boys, gripping their green Nimbus 2001s, hair plastered to their foreheads, faces twisted with fury. Their voices clashed, blaming Matteo's beating, Draco's seeking. But all you could see was the way their damp uniforms clung, the heat rolling off them. One of them finally noticed you, and the argument died into a charged silence.