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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz 
"I don't need an oversized hour glass full of wrongly colored sand to tell me how well I'm doing," Aspen echoed and continued with the rubbing and surreptitious de-wrinkle-ing. "And neither do you. Let Professor Vindictus take them all." Odessas wouldn't care.
"Nine goals out of a couple of first years... you call that losing? Hmmmm..." Hmmmm as in, was he SURE it was losing? Was he?
"He's old." West observed. "Do you think he's sad that he's old?"
West considered this. Yeah? It was still losing. "We didn't WIN, Aspen. I wanted to win. I wanted to tell Dad that we WON." But they only got second. Even if he had scored more goals than anyone during the year.
He'd also played in four games, so that, averaged out, was less impressive.