Professor Styx made his way outside, looking up at the cloudy sky seeing that it was going to start raining, perhaps storming. 'It would be such a tragic event if someone perished by a lightning bolt,' thought Professor Styx with a subtle smirk as he climbed through the stands to join with the students of his own house. The Death Eater had cast a spell over his cloak that he would not get wet since it started to rain once more. His eyes loomed over the Quidditch players, figuring that there would be no issues with the Slytherins getting along with the Ravenclaws. The Slytherin Head of House climbed to the top of the stands, and took a seat away from the other students and staff. He preferred to remain alone and in solitude. He would observe the game, and ensure the Slytherins were up to par when it came to the standards of Salazar Slytherin. He was sure that he understood the game, but he was never interested at all. Even when he was a teenager and in Hogwarts, he hated Quidditch, and could not stand the game. Now he would just observe some of his students play it. He hoped not to be disappointed like he was last year - only with the Ravenclaws and the lack of certain players. Folding his arms across his chest, he waited for the game to start, with his gloved hands tapping his arm from the impatience that he was feeling right now. He could only imagine what comments and insults his wife would throw out. Sometimes it was a sweet relief to be away, especially when she was very loud. However for years he had put up with her, and seemingly with more years to come. 'Wonder if any of those students have any experience with playing in the rain, or storm no less,' mused the Death Eater.