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Ascanius didn't even need to hear the results to know how that game had turned out. He had known the moment he gave the mic to Nigel. He had this nasty pit in his stomach that twisted and turned into something sort of ghastly and rotten. A part of him was glad that Nigel was the one who was going to be handling announcing Hufflepuff's victory. The sixth year knew there was no way he would have been able to do it, y'know?
And was he a grump? Yeah. Was he upset? Yeah. And he really didn't wanna talk about any of it. In fact, he just wanted to find his team and hand out some hugs, which was HUGE for him. Ascanius Stark was not a hugger. Never had been and was not keen on ever being one. But everyone needed it right now. Or maybe he did. Whatever, either way worked.
He felt properly useless up here in the stands.
Maybe that was best. He wouldn't help anyway. If he knew his team, and he did, West would be devastated, Theo would be grumpy, Snaps would be blaming herself, the Newell siblings were competitive so they wouldn't be happy either...and both of them were really broken. Adelaide would be trying to keep up team morale and that Rhodes kid? Who knew.
His attitude wouldn't add well to that mix. So he was just gonna go back to the castle and try to zen his mind after such a stressful game.
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