The definition of Bittersweet was this party right here. Jim had been holed up in the hospital wing for far too long and because of how bad his concussion had been, along with a few other not too shabby bumps, cuts, breaks and bruises, he'd been prohibited by the healer from playing out the rest of the season. But his team, they won, and that was epic.

And of course his team were the only people who would understand how he felt about the whole thing, and the only ones he could celebrate with after being DUMPED on his DEATH BED.

Jimmy being Jimmy, he put on a brave face and played it casual even if he actually was in no mood for a party. Not that you could tell by looking.

What he had in his hands was a photograph of the Ravenclaw team, taken at one of their earlier practices, along with a black marker.

He raised his voice with as much good cheer as he could muster as he sauntered into the celebration. "I think I'm gonna need a few autographs over here!"