 Sardines ♥ // Nomsy, yo
Oh. That was the whistle. The game was over.
Jake looked around, his eyes finding Professor James as she announced that Hufflepuff had one. Gryffindor had lost. He had lost.
He waited for the usual surge of anger, but it didn't come. That surprised him. Jake wasn't a good loser. There was no use trying to deny it, it was true. He hated losing. Sure, he was disappointed... but that was as far as the negative emotions went. He knew his team had played a good game. He'd failed miserably...but the rest of them had been brilliant.
Maybe it had something to do with the Puffs, too. And the fact that Jake actually liked them. Really, he blamed Summers. That boy was too likable for his own good. It messed with Jake's head.
He made it to the ground slowly, trying to process his thoughts. He hopped off his broom, straightened up, and - "Oh." Ouch. He wrapped an arm around his stomach instantly, grimacing. Bludger. He'd practically forgotten about the bludger, what with his one save of the game right after...
Now that he remembered, though, it hurt. He slowly lowered himself onto the ground, laying back and staring up at the sky. Yeah. He'd just lay there for a few minutes and get his insides back to normal. Then he'd congratulate Hufflepuff. And his team. And... find Ali. Because he couldn't see her on the pitch. |