With his recently polished prefect badge pinned right on his jacket, Seth Paton made his way through the middle of the Quidditch stands and took a seat on one of the stools. He rubbed his hands for several moments to warm them up and immediately placed them into the pockets of his coat. Why in Merlin’s beard did winter have to be so cold?

Chatter. Chatter.

Seth sighed as he tried his best to make his teeth stop chattering in the cold weather. Wrapping his Hufflepuff scarf tighter around his neck, the fifth year male muttered a few words under his breath and looked down at the pitch. Oh, the things he did to show his support for his House! At least it would be warmer by the next match – much warmer indeed.

Chatter. Chatter.

Troll boogers!