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- 04/2038 (23)
With their quidditch match definitely not going as she had expected Chloë didn't feel like heading back to the common room. Instead, she headed up the other way, to one of her favourite spots at the castle. She enjoyed being up high, having a view of the grounds whilst hardly being noticed by any of the students down below. Normally, she'd come here to appreciate the view of the grounds and the sky. Today, she came to sulk. She wasn't much of a sulker, mostly trying to keep positive and appreciate that things didn't always go her way. She felt like today she could make an exception to that positivity though, today she had the right to sulk. Not just because they had lost the championship match but because of how they had lost. Everything seemed to go swimmingly when their beaters managed to take out slytherin's chaser and her cousin was put in as replacement. It wasn't like she had thought that her cousin would be terrible at it but it wasn't the position she played and with Willow as their own seeker the odds had seemed to be in their favour. Except they turned out not to be. Losing the match they had looked forward to so much was one thing, losing and having her cousin be the one to win the match for slytherin was another. All of it combined had given Chloë plenty of reason to sulk, she just didn't want to bother others with it which is why she had come all the way up here. The gryffindor sat down with her back against one of the stone walls and stared at the ground in front of her, sulking.