While he was often seen as the more mellow, understanding and calm twin in comparison to Fred, that didn't exactly mean his temper was anything other than equally, if not more furious and unbridled than Fred's.

It was the annual Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Being the competitive person he was, George spared no mercy during the game.

Various yells, hits, and plenty of exertion played on him like there was no tomorrow.

It was only after they lost that his competitive attitude got the better of him. Slamming his broom aside against the door of the lock room he grumbled to himself, already beginning to undo his arm guards.

"That's such bullshit. If Malfoy hadn't hit that low blow-.."

He sneered, sitting himself down on a nearby bench as he stripped away his gear.

He wasn't as upset about the loss as Wood was, but he sure as hell made it clear he was far from delighted.