RUMBLE ON THE PITCH, everyone welcome
Angus is taking a victory lap just after the final whistle is blown when he sees, out of the corner of his eye, Marcus Flint (known arse, possible troll) pulling his wand out of his sleeve with a murderous look in his eye. Angus just barely manages to shout out before the bastard sends a bludger smashing into their unsuspecting little Seeker.
And Angus. Sees. Red.
Immediately after that completely unnecessary and unprovoked attack on a defenseless wee lass, before Kenna is even safely to the ground, he hurtles down the pitch to slam full-tilt into Flint and drive him into the muddy dirt below, sending them both rolling off their brooms, tussling and scrambling in the dirt. "Ye radge wee shite!" he bellows, and head-butts Flint right in the nose when he tries to raise his wand again. "Ye treacherous, mingin', arsefaced scrote-- brangle wi' somebody yuir ain size, ye bawless feartie--"