Roderigo made his way with the rest of the school down the sloping, snow-capped hills towards the Quidditch Pitch. Apart from his standard Ravenclaw robes, he had fastened his thick winter cloak and was sporting some nice, navy-blue wool gloves. Because the match involved his house, and also his good friend Theodore Dumble, he had decided to deck himself out in as much blue and bronze as he could. He had charmed his cloak so that it was vibrant blue, and he had gold and navy paint across his face. As he reached the Pitch, he took his usual seat on the Ravenclaw side; the sea of blue supporters. He looked down as the players walked out onto the field and spotted Theo.
"GO THEO!" he bellowed, knowing his friend wouldn't be able to hear him over the massive cheering. "GO RAVENCLAW!" He was extremely excited, for he wanted more than anything for Ravenclaw to take home the Quidditch Cup for another year in a row. This was going to be a good match.