Ignatius had struggled quite a lot more than he was willing to admit with OWLs, and for the very first time in his life had done some actual work in the holidays. He had put on a bit of muscle that he was quite proud of, but he still could be pretty speedy on a broom. At least now he could fend...
There was a part of Ignatius that felt a little bad he caught the snitch before Sofi did. If it had been against Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, he wouldn't have felt bad at all, and his own desire to win mostly overrode any potential consideration for the feelings of others. Actually, the other...
Ignatius wasn't nervous. He was far too important to be nervous - well, he used to be important, but that was another matter altogether. He faced bludgers weekly, taking a girl to the Yule Ball should be nothing. But he couldn't prevent his palms from sweating as he shifted on the spot. Sofi was...
Ignatius was grateful the fight distracted from him not finding the snitch and also rolled his eyes at the last name basis, because he'd been taught it was rude to refer to girls by just their surname.
Ignatius' RPer was holding out to hope that all these failed catches will lead to a catch in the game. Ignatius himself was just humiliated and annoyed.
Ignatius glared at the other seeker with all the hatred he possibly could and contemplated how many different ways he wanted to see him fall off his broom. Alana could join him, for good measure.
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