While he was usually the quiet type. The one who prefered to sit alone and solve his puzzlebooks over socialising and the one who thought before he spoke. Something in him switched whenever something competitive happened. He wanted to win. No he needed to win. He couldn't explain why but when a competition happened, HE wanted to win. There was just one goal and that was winning the prize for Ravenclaw....whatever it was.... And nothing could come in his way. And sometimes that could cause some rambling but hey , no one was perfect.

He was aware of Drewett at the table as well as a Slytherin girl who's name had honestly slipped his mind but he didn't care for the moment because his full attention was on waiting for the points. And when he won them he "Yes"'d under his breath. WHY was he so in to this?! He wanted to push the button even before the next question was asked cause WHY NOT but when the Professor told them that it was a team sport he ughed in his mind. Whatever, he'd let someone else go.

He sat back on the bench , his hand that had been in reach for the button was now beside him, slightly twitching cause he wanted to press it. Any other Ravenclaw wanting to answer this question do it now or else he was going to slam that button himself.