Mattheo was so angry. He had lost quidditch again. He would’ve caught the snitch, if the other team didn't catch it first. He didn’t even wait until he got on to the ground as he stormed off the Quidditch Pitch, throwing his expensive broom down to the side. He knew the Slytherin captain was going to be furious.

He might even get replaced as a chaser. He groaned as he ran a hand through his curly brunnete hair.