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Zoerawrr 
It... was probably not a good thing that Jake was beginning to get slightly irked. Really? They just won the freakin' cup, and the Ravenclaws were MAD because they didn't get it?
Dude.
And now Jake was getting bratty like he had last term. He loved attention... and when he saw Cameron acting like a total idiot (like the boy tended to do) and Dominic and Willow and Plymouth having their own little drama... his face fell. Trying not to pout, and actually failing miserably, Jake moved off to the side of the celebration tent and sat down on the floor, the Quidditch cup resting in his lap.
Ema looked down at Jake who was sitting on the floor a bit away from her. She had rushed off so fast after the match that she hadn't even seen the cup. Her eyes widened and she had an immediate desire to take it and run, but decided against it...Jake was speedy and it would probably result in a few black eyes.
She stood up from her little seat and tapped on his shoulder. He appeared to be pouting for some reason. Ema had been ignoring the drama going on around her...she didn't want to get mixed up in anything and whatever it was was Denton's business anyways.
Jeez, these older kids... "Hey." Ema knelt halfway down...oooh, closer to the cup. What a coincidence! Once she had Jake's attention, she pointed to the Quidditch cup and said, quite plainly:
"Cup."
After saying it she felt like a little kid, almost demanding something. She tried to cover up her act.
"That's the cup."
Ugh, well no that didn't help.
"You did great today." Jake was, after all, the seeker. It was because of him that he had the cup (*sound of angels singing*) in his arms.