West was somber but not, y'know, depressed or anything. He had reason to be somber. A list of reasons even. He'd been sorta pensive since the whole dementor incident after the Slytherin vs Hufflepuff match for obvious reasons, but also in general he already missed Quidditch. Playing it anyways. Watching was plenty good but not good enough, and West was keenly aware that the last match with Dylan as his captain had been and gone.

He was also keenly aware that despite the downer it had ended on with the dementor attack, they'd already won the cup and the competition now was just for second place also known as first place loser.

He had to come support the Gryffindors, but also a few particular Ravenclaws and whatever. Silent support. He had a little Gryffindor flag and had worn a splash of red which he figured was good enough to make his allegiance clear for this match.

..... man, why was everyone so DOWN? It made it seem like he was having the best day EVER in comparison. Weirdos. West sat right up the front so he could get an awesome view, and arranged his snacks.

Snacks were important.