If Ravenclaw didn't win Ryden would have to take matters into her own hands. Perhaps even kill the Captain, just to make a point. SO THEY HAD TO WIN, because the brunette had no intention of being escorted to Azkaban anytime soon. And if they lost, and she had to stand those smug Gryffindors... UGH. She would not. She'd fly all the way back to South Africa rather than handle that.

Clad in her her blue best and wrapping her cloak securely around her, Ryden climbed up the stands for the second time and took a seat away from the groups forming on the benches. She had no posters and she had no smile; only a grim determination and a slightly growling stomach. She should probably have eaten before, but once again she had just not felt like it. Oh well. She wouldn't be cheering on the eagles today at any rate.

She'd be GLARING at them. At least, she WOULD when she wasn't being preoccupied with not freezing her behind off. GLAAAAAARREEE.