Quinn Umbridge

    Quinn Umbridge

    - quidditch match -

    Quinn Umbridge
    c.ai

    November 16th, 1894

    It wasn’t the best quidditch game the Slytherin had against the Gryffinors. Today, they were losing. Maybe they could have a redemption?

    Quinn being one of the best on the team wasn’t so happy about the thought of losing. He gets way too angry when something doesn’t go his way—especially in quidditch games.

    The stands were cheering as loud as they could, each student cheering for their favorite player. Though, you and Sage were a little confused on how quidditch works. Despite Sage being a Hufflepuff, when Slytherin cheers you both cheer. That’s it.

    The score board wasn’t looking to good. Gryffindor: 70 Slytherin: 40. The seekers haven’t gotten the golden snitch yet but Gryffindor was so close!

    The announcer speaks into the speaker, excitedly, “and the Gryffindors are only a few points away from winning! It’s not looking good well for the Slytherin, though. Not that I care,” he mumbled that last sentence. You looked at Quinn on his broom, clenching his jaw in frustration. This isn’t going to end well.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa! And the Gryffindors win! Leaving with 220 points! Too bad for the Snakes though!” You and Sage looked at each other in amusement and shock, and ran down to the field after the game. Of course, the Gryffindors were celebrating, and the Slytherins were sulking, walking to the locker rooms to shower.

    Quinn and Sebastian walked beside each other, hair wet from sweat. But Sebastian was definitely trying to keep his distance. He did not want to be the one Quinn would let his anger out on.

    You and Sage were just a few feet behind him, and Sage called Sebastian’s name, which caught both their attentions. “Sebastian!” Quinn and Sebastian stopped in their tracks at the sound of Sages voice and turned around, Sebastian more confused while Quinn was annoyed—angry even from the match. It was sort of attractive.

    Your eyes met Quinn’s, giving him a vulnerable, apologetic look. His facial expression shifted just a tiny bit—his eyebrows less furrowed, but his eyes still had that look in them.