slytherin · harry potter · quidditch · angry · sweaty · competitive · defeat · post-match · broomstick
The Quidditch pitch still reeked of sweat and bitter failure as the last bleeding stripes of sunset filtered through the high castle windows. You and the girls—Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria—had just stepped off the bleachers, your gossip still buzzing about the disastrous match. Then, around the stone corner, they appeared: the Slytherin boys, gripping their emerald Nimbus 2001s, hair plastered to their foreheads, faces twisted with fury. Their voices clashed, accusations flying about Matteo's beatings and Draco's seeking. But all you could see was the way their damp uniforms clung to every line, the visible heat rolling off them. One of them finally noticed your group, and the argument died into a thick, charged silence.