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Michael was a little disappointed they hadn't won the game, but he couldn't really fault Ilvermorny. Their captain had put herself on the line to chase the snitch when they were one player down and had really fought for it. It had been a very impressive showing. He was pretty proud of his team...

Michael would have been so embarrassed if he'd missed that, but thankfully he didn't. He tossed the quaffle back towards his team.

Michael groaned sympathetically as Lucy's shot didn't make it. If anything, this was a good exercise in stamina.

Michael gave a tired cheer on to Lucy, impressed by her stamina.

Michael was extremely disheartened that that happened, and tossed the quaffle back out.

Michael was concerned this match was looking kind of rough.

Michael really hoped someone would find the snitch soon, tossing the quaffle back into play.

Michael exhaled in relief as the shot was blocked and sent the quaffle back out towards his team.

Michael grinned as Lucy scored, and tried really hard not to laugh as the bludger went way off to the benches.

Michael grinned as he saw Rory score, but his grin faded as Savannah took a hit. He tried to focus back on the quaffle, though, not wanting to let the side down much more.

Michael took a deep breath and tried to right himself, hoping not to be further embarrassed.

Michael did feel a bit bad about having Ilvermorny play one person down, but by the same token he was kind of annoyed at himself for playing poorly so it was evened out.

Unfortunately, this only emphasized that playing keeper was really, really disheartening sometimes.

Michael grinned as he saw Monday and Lucy both push the game more Ravenclaw's way. Things were looking good, though he couldn't get carried away.

Michael breathed out a sigh of relief as he tossed the quaffle back into play. He couldn't let Ilvermorny get too far ahead.

Michael groaned in sympathy, took a deep breath and prepared himself to hopefully to a better job blocking.

Michael swore under his breath. He was playing terribly, and needed to focus on the game.

Michael groaned, obviously not moving fast enough. He needed to get into the game faster, clearly.

Michael nodded to the team, quickly heading up to the hoops. He was pleased to see that Audrey was being appropriately aggressive, though a little dismayed that Ilvermorny got to the quaffle first. He'd just have to be on point with defense.

No matter what, thought Michael, they'd won the House Cup and that was the important victory. This, in a way, felt a bit like the bilateral series they'd throw on right after a cricket World Cup that neither team was really invested in and the audience didn't pay attention to. At least, on...