Ethan had been on the edge of his seat, awaiting the verdict. Hufflepuff had three snitch grabs.. but the score was tied. Had that ever happened before? In all his years of watching Quidditch, he didn't remember anything like that. And then came Vindictus' announcement.. something about a rarely used rule.

So his team had lost. But it still had been exciting and Ethan had a good time. "Good game, everyone," he called out to the players on the pitch as he offered them his applause.

And then, he froze.. eyes slightly widened, staring out onto the pitch. Did she say I look cute? Ethan sat for a moment, absorbing this information, then slowly turned to look at Minerva. Apparently he read too much into it as he saw she was hugging some other guy. A small frown appeared on his face as he felt a tiny twinge of... what, McCarthy? No, that was not jealousy, he told himself. Besides, he had no reason to be jealous. She could hug whomever she wanted, he had no claims to her... they were friends. At any rate, the wind was picking up and he felt rather cold in the brisk December air. Ethan stood up and headed back to the castle. Maybe one of the house elves could get him that espresso he didn't have time for this morning.