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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...

((Yellow, open after @Monday Weeks)) The last name on Rāwhiti's list was another unfamiliar one, so he had resorted to searching the table at dinner. "Monday Weeks?" He called out, quietly thinking this kid must hate his parents for that name. "Anyone seen Monday Weeks?"

((Yellow, open after @Jordan Harris)) There were a few names on Rāwhiti's list he was excited to meet, and he was pleased to have reached one of them. He knew the Head Boy must be popular enough to have gotten plenty of roses, but it still felt like a little bit of an honour. Spotting the...

((Yellow, open after @Caleb Thorne)) The next rose on Rāwhiti's list had made him smile - he knew Caleb was one of Manaia's friends, which would both make him easy to track down and cool to talk to, obviously. The dungeons had been a good place to check first, and he hurried to meet up with...

((Red, open after @Gregory Friend)) Rāwhiti didn't know the next boy on his list at all, but after asking around indoors someone had pointed him out to the lawn. He was relieved as he spotted a younger boy, grinning as he made his way over. "Hey, are you Gregory Friend?"

((Pink, open after @Silas Broomhead)) The next name on Rāwhiti's list was half-familiar - all he really knew was that he was looking for the big brother of that weird girl who was in a few of his classes. To his relief he spotted the older boy up ahead, grinning as he hurried to catch up with...

((Yellow, open after @Kaia Stark)) The only thing Rāwhiti knew about the next name on his list was that she was an older Hufflepuff. The Great Hall at lunch seemed like the best place to look, so he made his way over to the table with his basket of roses, asking people at random. "Kaia Stark...

((Yellow, open after @Anisha Khatri )) Rāwhiti had jumped at the chance to sign up to deliver roses. If there was something he was all about, it was spreading happiness through the castle. He recognised the first name on his list vaguely as the Head Girl's sister, and he was pretty sure he...