You were sitting in the quidditch stands, watching your Ravenclaw friend play against the Slytherin team. People around you were cheering, the scores were tied between the two teams, and everyone was in suspense, waiting for one of them to score, as the match was about to end.

Suddenly, Theodore wizzed by the stands on his broom and scored the winning goal, just as the game ended, scoring Slytherin a win.

He flew back towards you, smirking cockily. "Not bad for a Slytherin, eh Ravenclaw?"