 ll Achmed's 2nd Keeper ll Team Jacob l l Otaku ll
Sam returned to the Hufflepuff Common Room in his Quidditch robes, utterly defeated. He'd played horrible! Was it just lack of practice? Lack of attention? Lack of skill? Sam shuddered at the thought. Quidditch was the only thing that he thought he really excelled in. And now he couldn't even score in a tryout? Of course, they'd all been playing as chasers, and he was naturally a beater but...that was no excuse.
Sam collapsed into a chair beside the fireplace, his dirty robes and face contrasting with the clean fabric of the armchair. He still had his broom in his hands, something he hadn't noted until just then. Sam placed the broom across his knees. He sat still, eyes glassy and reflecting the thick dark wooden handle. He stroked it sullenly, thinking of his defeat. Sam was in danger of slipping into his depression again. |