Losing sucked. Losing to Gryffindor was patently horrible. Sue'd been miserable since the end of the game, and then angry, and then miserable and angry, and though she planned on taking it out on any Gryffindor she could get close enough to for the rest of the school year, she certainly had the team in her sights - and Sebastian was the easiest target.
She arched an eyebrow at him, staring at him over the tops of her glasses for a moment before she turned her attention back on the stack of essays she'd been working on. "Do you care to explain that downright embarrassing performance to me?"