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On one hand, the Valentines dance was just another in a long line of 'lasts' this year - last Halloween, last Yule Ball, last Quidditch match - but it was still different. This was the last last. There were no more dances or events to come. Just the NEWTs he would do terribly in, before...

Gryffindor,Practice Sick to the stomach didn't quite cover how Rāwhiti felt, but it was close. His time at school was drawing to an end, and he didn't have anything real to show for it. He'd let his team down over and over again, and the Quidditch career he had always wanted was nowhere...

As difficult as it was, Rāwhiti was doing his best to just enjoy what was left of his seventh year. What he did didn't really matter anymore, when it came to it. His dreams of playing professionally were over, and he'd spent his entire tenure as Gryffindor captain embarrassing himself in front...

Rāwhiti couldn't do it. He couldn't face his team, not now. Maybe not ever. For all his talk about hard work and glory, he had let them down seconds into the game. Rāwhiti had no idea how Penny had managed to spot the snitch ahead of him, let alone get past him so quickly, but none of that...

Rāwhiti's spirits were through the roof after last year, but try as he might he couldn't calm his bubbling nerves. He should be much more confident this season after coming in second, but this was his last year. It was his last chance to lead Gryffindor to the win, and the pressure was on...

After the disaster of his first year as captain, Rāwhiti was relieved to have rallied last year. He had considered resigning in disgrace at the end of fifth year, but looking back he was relieved to have hung on to redeem himself. With one final year on the team, he was determined to work...

Rāwhiti was nervous about this semester's match in a way he didn't think he ever really had been before. It was a good thing for him that Ravenclaw hadn't actually gotten to play their match about Slytherin last semester; they hadn't had a real match to warm up, whereas Rāwhiti knew his team...

Rāwhiti could still feel the ghost of the snitch's wings fluttering against his hand as he bounded out of the pitch to join the throng of people leaving the pitch, still clad in his sweaty quidditch leathers. He had taken a moment to celebrate with the team, then abandoned them as they went...

Gryffindor,Practice If Rāwhiti hadn't already been feeling crap enough about his performance last year, tryouts would have cemented it for him. He knew there were some people on the team who had lost a lot of faith in him as a seeker and leader, but the fact that Soren and Senna hadn't come...

In a bizarre twist, it had actually been Emery who convinced Rāwhiti not to give up his role as captain. He had profoundly and thoroughly failed his team last year, and his first instinct had been to resign in disgrace and give up his Quidditch dreams entirely. But Emery had talked him around...

Don't cry in front of the team. That was the first thought in Rāwhiti's mind. He had felt like a ghost as he went through the motions of being a good sport - applauding the opposition for a good game, thanking his team for their hard work and consoling them on the loss, (not that he could even...

The second semester had come all too soon, and with it Gryffindor's final match of the year loomed. Rāwhiti had to bite back disappointment every time he thought about it, doing his best not to think about how thoroughly he had failed his team, losing their first match with him as captain...

Rāwhiti had known being captain would come with challenges, but there were some he hadn't anticipated in all his years looking forward to this. One in particular, which had had him seriously reconsidering the decisions he had made at the tryouts. Rāwhiti had always done his best to be a good...

The brisk wind in Rāwhiti's hair felt good as he waited for his team to assemble on the pitch. It was breezy but not gusting, chilly but not frigid; good weather for a practice. He greeted his teammates as they arrived, grinning with pride in his newfound position. Once the team was...

Rāwhiti felt almost like he was going to burst with pride, standing on the pitch with his Firebolt in his hand and his shiny new captain's badge gleaming on his Quidditch uniform. He had been envisioning this moment for what felt like his whole life; Gryffindor captain, ready to guide his team...

The annoying thing about having the break over the winter meant that Rāwhiti never got to spend any real time on the water. He'd gotten used to spending huge chunks of his childhood on his father's fishing boat, but these days the holidays kept him landlocked. It was disappointing, and now...

Rāwhiti buzzed with nervous excitement as he waited by the door to the Great Hall. For all the ways his semester had gone wrong, there was at least one thing that was going right for him. The more time he spent with Dahlia, the more he liked her. She was fun and bright, and liked Quidditch...

It wasn't like Rāwhiti hero-worshipped his captain or anything, he just tended to think that anything Louis had done in the past seemed like a pretty good idea. Just generally. In a normal way. And there was something a bit exciting about the idea of spin the bottle, a fun way to bond with...

Rāwhiti wished that the physical pain was what hurt the most. His ankle, hip, and shoulder were all throbbing despite the poultices and potions he had been treated with, but the hospital wing didn't have anything for his heart. This was supposed to be his big day. His first game as Seeker...

The best part of winter was always rugby season, and the worst part of going back to Hogwarts was not having enough people to get a proper game together with. Not that it would matter today anyway, Rāwhiti mused as he looked out the window, sighing slightly at the torrents of rain pouring down...