Jazz was knackered, playing two games on the trot had just about done him in. Especially as he hadn't played Quidditch in, well, he'd never played Quidditch. Why he'd volunteered for this torture was beyond him completely. But at least Bryn had had a good time, and he'd been able to see Oliver in his 'natural' habitat. Which was pretty awesome, if he was honest, and more than a little distracting at times.
Collapsing onto the grass beside his broom, he stared up at the sky, just enjoying a break from activity. He'd grab some food in a minute or two as his stomach seemed to be stuck in growl mode.