Ron & Open
Ron was flushed from the wind and the win, and still chuckling over Harry's needlessly insane dive for the Snitch. They hadn't needed the Snitch to win, but it was so very Harry to throw himself into danger. Plus, the win felt nice even though it was a friendly match and he'd admit that his team had the advantage with a professional player calling the shots.
He landed with a soft oomph, and hopped off the broom. For an old school model, it hadn't been half bad. He gave it a fond pat, because he'd always have a soft spot for the handmedowns. It had bothered him as a kid, but he wasn't a kid anymore.
Tucking the broom under his arm he went in search of conversation- and if he was lucky, a snack.