Beauxbatons Fifth Year | JR
"Tu as gagné! Tu as gagné!" Sophia shouted into her microphone, her voice carrying out all throughout the quidditch pitch. "Beauxbatons gagné! Beauxbatons win against those lousy Americans," Sophia shouts again, only this time the professors didn't seem too please with her commentary. "Oops, sorry professors, I'll try to be a little more nicer," she would say but it didn't come across sincere. Sophia ducks down, running away from their dagger stares. Her legs carries her quickly onto the pitch as the school's team landed on the ground. Sophia wanted to speak to all of them, but there was one in particular she wanted more than just a few words. "Mualla, Mualla! Witch of the hour, what a game! Wee? You did amazing out there, how was it playing against the Americans? Was it a challenge? From the looks of it, it didn't seem like it!" Sophia ask the brunette, it was a great game and Mualla seems like the star of the matchup. Sophia couldn't be the only to think the girl should be rewarded mvp of the game. The professors would be dumb as rocks not to.