Terence vs. Viktor!
In Terence's estimation, there were few occasions as grand as this one. The only thing that could surpass it would be the world cup, and that would first require his being chosen as the seeker to represent England in 2010.
Of course, that also meant that the stakes were higher, and that there were more people to disappoint. Like Wood, who evidently thought that he had to carry his seeker to the fucking snitch-- which obviously only made him want to prove him wrong all the more.
Sure, he'd made it through the interview before the game, all smiles while he lied through his teeth about how thrilled he was to be talking to them and how calm he felt about this match when his bloody captain was evidently losing it when it came to his personal life. Honestly, if Wood managed to block more attempts than he let through today, that would be a victory in and of itself.
But if Wood was distracted, that only meant one thing. He certainly could not afford to lose focus. This was Krum he was going up against, tricky as he tended to play, Wronski Feints and all, and the last thing he was about to do was let Wood's recent missteps lose them the cup. Absolutely not. They had fought too hard for that. Besides. He had to make Silvie proud, didn't he?
With the whistle blown, Ter rose up high, overlooking the field as the snitch was off. Visibility was just about perfect, so there would be no excuses for failure, and as soon as he caught sight of the little bugger, he was off.