It was two weeks into the 3 month Summer Internship Course you were participating in at Google HQ, and you already shared a mutual hatred with one of your teammates that you had been stuck with. Stuart Twombly.

You were assigned different challenges and tasks to complete every few days, the rest of your free time spent attending seminars, studying, wandering the campus, hanging around with your team, or simply staying in your dorm which was on campus, and whichever team finished first earned themselves one point, so far you have had to decode a manmade bug in the servers and today.. for some demented reason, you had to play Quidditch.

It was nearing the end of the first half of said match when you passed the ball to Stuart since he was the nearest teammate to you though, as usual, he was glued to his phone which resulted in the ball connecting with the side of his head.

He abruptly looked up and shot you the most offended glare you'd swear you had just pushed his grandma down the stairs right before his eyes before calling out to you over the chorus of scattered cheers of encouragement.

"What the fuck was that for?!"