Phoebus was displeased. Displeased and worried that Adrienne had been so...well, just beat up during the match. He knew she was aware of the dangers of Quidditch, and so was he but that didn't MEAN he wouldn't CARE if she got hurt.

Ryder Montgomery...was not Phoebus' favorite person right now. Not at all.


So there he was, sitting with Adrienne, an arm around her shoulders. He leaned his head against hers a little. " So. It was a good game," He said, a bit hesitantly. " I mean...it wasn't like...a shut out. I don't know," He said, sighing. He knew he was making a mess of comforting her, so he just stopped talking and just let her lean against him.