Who: Charliecolour and Oliviaswap. When: Evening, after both matches. Where: Quidditch Pitch. What: Charlie and Olivia all day. Anger about the match. Rating/Status: TBD/Incomplete
Olivia had stripped out of her Slytherin uniform and laid down in the middle of the Quidditch pitch in shorts, a tank with a sweater over it. The keeper had made it tradition to stay on the pitch until everyone had left after every she had won. She was also known for cussing up a storm and slamming doors on her way out of the stadiums after losing a match. Luckily, no one had to witness that side of her. Hopefully they never would.
She had missed playing on this pitch. It felt brilliant to play there again, to win again. There was no way she was going to let anyone put anything through her hoops. Olivia was a keeper by profession, playing against those who had not gone on to advance their Quidditch careers. She did not play easy at all, nor would she ever. Even against her own old teammates and old captain.
With her hands behind her head, she smiled as she heard the trudging of Charlie Weasley. "Hiya cappie." Olivia couldn't hide the happiness in her voice. They had won. Olivia propped herself up on her elbows and looked over at Charlie. "Come on...come vent to me."