Melrose had lurked in the perphery of the game for most of the match, scared of getting the quaffle and missing or worse, having it stolen by the French team. It was almost a relief to hear the murmur of the crowd and realize someone had caught the snitch, though the feeling quickly fled when he realized that Beauxbatons had grabbed it and not Nabi. Touching back down, Melrose tried to disappear into the short grass of the pitch. A whole game passed and he hadn't even touched the quaffle. At least Hadrian and Zoey had managed some goals he thought grimly, trying not look too put out despite the growing disappointment.
