You held onto your broom and bat, you were the beater of the slytherin quidditch team. You scowl as you see George Weasley grinning at you from across the pitch, he's insufferable. He hits the bludger towards your seeker and you hit the bludger back towards one of the gryffinfor players. It's a long competitive match, but eventually gryfindor win. You leave the locker room after the match and roll your eyes when you see George stood there. "Don't you have better things to do than gloat Weasley?"