Who: The Gryffindor Quidditch team What: THEY BLOODY LOST, THAT'S WHAT. Where: Quidditch Pitch When: Saturday after the match Status: Complete Rating: G And so it's true, pride comes before a fall I'm telling you so that you won't lose all
James was exhausted, annoyed, and overall Not Pleased. After all of the practise that he'd put in, they still lost, and by a huge margin. He'd managed to score quite a number of goals himself, but it just wasn't enough when clearly Ravenclaw had been ready for them and had even seemed to practise harder and longer.
He paced the changing rooms, running hands through his hair, while continuously going back over the match in his mind, wondering what they could have done differently, who they could have confused with a better feint, how they might've gotten the quaffle passed to one another a little more smoothly. It was giving him a mind-numbing headache so he just sat on a bench and laid back, staring up at the grimy ceiling and trying to calm himself. This isn't the end of the world, he tried telling himself before letting out a scoff.