There was one thing that Kalif did not enjoy doing while his years in school was none other than Quidditch. He was Slytherin's Head of House, and it would be notable of him to make an appearance here today. Dressed in his normal school robes the color of ebony, he walked through the stands and took a seat. He did not want his students to fail and by the look of things, it was displeasing to the eye. Kalif narrowed his onyx eyes and would have to make sure no one in the stands acted up. The day was warm, and it looked like it was perfect weather for the Quidditch game. All he knew, if Slytherin ended up becoming the joke of the school, he would punish them. Shame that he was not at home right now, or else he could certainly show them what to fear. For now, he was just going to try to relax and be thankful he doesn't have a class this afternoon. Kalif clinched his gloved hands before he folded his arms across his chest. Kalif did not even notice if there was anyone around him that he bothered to know. He was just here to observe, as he had nothing else to do.