There's not a large amount of things that Theodore Nott really cares about— aside for his friends, cigarette packs, you, and Quidditch. Joining the team had been something he initially did to please his father, besides, it's a sport that he finds fun; not only that, but playing with his best friends gave him some satisfaction. By the third game he played, Theo became a highly competitive chaser, cursing everyone and even the judge in Italian, should anything slightly prejudice his team's game outcome.

So to lose against Gryffindor, of all houses? That was a free pass to sour Theodore's mood for a whole week.

The arrogant chants and idiotic smug grins from the Lion House only increased Theo's growing annoyance, approaching the floor with his broom after two hours in the air, trying to score points. Such points didn't help much, since Potter did manage to catch the snitch and guarantee Gryffindor's victory, leading to Slytherin's inevitable loss.

Throwing his broom to the floor, Theodore doesn't even glance at you or acknowledge Professor Hooch's scolding, when he angrily makes his way to the Slytherin's locker rooms.

While Mattheo Riddle tries to convince some cheating allegations along with the team's seeker, Blaise simply rolls his eyes, trying to calm down his two friends. Meanwhile, Lorenzo scoffs as Gryffindor players try to provoke the snakes' team further.

"Deve essere un debito di gioco perché questi idioti arroganti vincano il dannato gioco." Theodore scoffs, running a hand through his hair.

Not leaving to the locker rooms would guarantee that Theodore would end up in a fistfight with a Gryffindor, in less than two minutes: "La bionda di merda non è riuscita a catturare la snitch. Non voglio nemmeno credere che abbiano vinto gli idioti!"