Truthfully, Ignatius should have ignored the rumour going around. Going into a spin the bottle felt so immature, and Ignatius had to be more mature now that his parents weren't able to spoil him nearly as much. Between that and the bludger hits, he felt very sorry for himself. Maybe, he...
Ignatius saw the gold for real this time, and before his brain caught up his broom was hurtling towards it, wanting to get there before Hufflepuff possibly could. It worked, and on instinct his hand clutched around the small golden orb. He let out a sigh of relief as he raised his hand to show...
Ignatius couldn't help but snort in amused agreement of Vanity's comment, but hastily covered it up with a cough. He was nervous, but he didn't want to admit such a thing. He hadn't had amazing practices, but he had to beat Hufflepuff. He just had to.
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