Theodore Nott
Crisscrossing across the crowd on the pitch Theodore ambled his way through. Sticking around to celebrate might of been the thing to do but so far as he was concerned he had already won before setting foot on the field today. Being on the winning team, well that was just the icing on the cake after all. They certainly didn't win because he was there, but he supposed his playing was passable enough. Really all he had to do was just follow whatever instruction Savannah yelled out to them, and just try. The catch by Potter was really something, he thought. Bloody mad, and very do or die. It said a lot to him about what they could expect from their new government.
Theo returned his broom to it's rack and glanced around at the players on the field and the few spectators. Everyone seemed happy enough, so he supposed it was a good thing overall. It all worked out reasonably well and people were much more interesting when they were occupied. He cast his sights on the few things he had tossed to the side by the brooms before playing, and set about picking them up.