- Messages
- 163
- OOC First Name
- Cian
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual, tbd.
- Wand
- knotted 9½ inch yew wooden wand, doxy wing core and unyielding
- Age
- 6/2030
When the snitch was caught by the quick, petite girl from Ravenclaw the cheers from the Slytherin tribune decreased to an almost unbearable silence while the ones from Ravenclaw only became roared louder. Espen wasn't too much of a supporter of it, he preferred his own arsenal of sports that were consisting of mostly muggle sports but he did feel a sense ofpride whenever Slytherin achieved something, won something or would earn the house cup at the end of the year.
Unfortunately, the match had been won by Ravenclaw and Espen was a sore loser to say the least. He liked competition, he was competitive to his very core; but could not deal with the losses, especially if he thought it was not a justified win on Ravenclaw's part. Nevertheless, he wouldn't be mocking too much; he did not want to have a fight because of his bitterness towards a win from another house. Slytherin's type simply had to train more, become better and kick ass next time they would be in the Pitch. But that would be on Charlotte, she was their captain and she would have to figure things out. Perhaps come up with a new strategy, be more on the offence or strenghten their core.
Coming down from the tribunes, still trying to let the loss settle he wandered along with the crowd of students; trying to recognize his sister somewhere in the midst of the sea of people. They would meet up after the game, but something told him he wouldn't be as happy or enthusiastic for it now that Slytherin had received such a blow from losing the match.
Nevertheless, Espen could see her blond, silky hair waving with the wind that the afternoon brought. Wondering how she had experienced the match, from the two of them; she was way more enthusiastic with the whole Quidditch rage. "Eve!" He waved a hand, towering over some of the students that were even a year higher than he was.
Unfortunately, the match had been won by Ravenclaw and Espen was a sore loser to say the least. He liked competition, he was competitive to his very core; but could not deal with the losses, especially if he thought it was not a justified win on Ravenclaw's part. Nevertheless, he wouldn't be mocking too much; he did not want to have a fight because of his bitterness towards a win from another house. Slytherin's type simply had to train more, become better and kick ass next time they would be in the Pitch. But that would be on Charlotte, she was their captain and she would have to figure things out. Perhaps come up with a new strategy, be more on the offence or strenghten their core.
Coming down from the tribunes, still trying to let the loss settle he wandered along with the crowd of students; trying to recognize his sister somewhere in the midst of the sea of people. They would meet up after the game, but something told him he wouldn't be as happy or enthusiastic for it now that Slytherin had received such a blow from losing the match.
Nevertheless, Espen could see her blond, silky hair waving with the wind that the afternoon brought. Wondering how she had experienced the match, from the two of them; she was way more enthusiastic with the whole Quidditch rage. "Eve!" He waved a hand, towering over some of the students that were even a year higher than he was.