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After not having done great on his OWLs, Cyrus had considered dropping the Quidditch team. But in the end he couldn't bring himself to do it. He showed up to tryouts, smiling briefly at his roommate. Then he got on his broom and started practicing.

Cyrus wrapped his arms more tightly around himself as he waited by the drafty door of the castle. The entrance hall was quiet and spooky this late at night, and Cyrus had already jumped at a shadow a couple of times. He glanced again at his watch, though only a minute had gone by since he'd last...

An Important Year With Augustus Westwick Flourish and Blott's Y50 S1 Prefects Meeting With Lucy Montague, Sunny Day, And various others Prefects Common Room Missing Words With Elise Ito The Library A queen is never late With Sunny Day Entrance Hall

Cyrus' dismay grew as he comprehended the words he was seeing. They were his words. This girl was tearing up his poetry. "What?!" He hissed loudly, then reached down to snatch one of the mostly intact papers from the table. "No— these are mine! Why are you destroying my poems?"

Cyrus went to grab the quaffle but got hit by a bludger right as he caught it. He dropped it. Ouch.

Cyrus tried to score, but it was blocked.

Cyrus grabbed the quaffle after it was thrown in.

Th bludger hit surprised Cyrus, his attempt to score went wide.

Cyrus grabbed the quaffle after Theodore scored.

Cyrus zoomed towards the hoops and threw the quaffle. He grinned when it sailed through.

2a Theodore wasn't on his mini team, so Cyrus didn't feel that bad stealing the quaffle from him. He flew off in the other direction.

2a Cyrus was annoyed when Lucy got the quaffle off him earlier, but he managed to steal it from her this time. He scooped it up and flew up to the hoops. Unfortunately his shot was blocked.

Cyrus was a bit frustrated to have lost the quaffle earlier. He grabbed it now and flew off with it.

2a I think Cyrus flew close to Lucy, hoping for a chance to steal the quaffle from her. It came in the form of a bludger. When she was hit, he managed to take the quaffle from her grasp. He flew off with it quickly.

Cyrus walked around the library, looking for his poems while trying not to look too much like he was looking for something. He didn't want anyone to ask what he was doing, or to help him find them. He felt a little embarrassed about this whole thing. It took him a moment to recognize the sound...