It... It was over? Hugo looked around, floating on his broom. The snitch wasn't caught. It couldn't be. No! There was still time! Hugo flew a bit lower to see what was going on. It couldn't! No!

They... Hufflepuff had really won. WHAT?! Hugo flew down speedy. He tried to land, but slipped in the mud and fell face down. What was this? Losing? AAHHH. He hit the muddy ground with his hands and feet like a little kid, trying not to scream. He was so angry. How could this have happened? If only he had scored more, then they could have won. STUPID HUGO.

Hugo looked up from the mud. His face was dirty. Maybe he could go up to Vindictus, and convince him that it wasn't fair. That they had somehow cheated. Their brooms had been tampered with. Or something.

As he tried to get up, he slipped again and fell down. Naw. What was the point? He lied face up to the sky now, quidditch players flying around. Hugo crossed his arms. He was just going to lie there and be depressed. They lost. Who cares. He wasn't any good at Quidditch anyway. He sucked. He was nothing against Hufflepuff.

Hugo sighed and realized that he needed to get up from the mud and accept the fast that he had lost the game to Hufflepuff. Careful not to slip again, he got up and took his broomstick, all covered in mud in his hand. "Good game," he said to the Hufflepuff students.