Post Quidditch Final
Who: Gryffindor Quidditch Team
When: After the match
Where: Locker Rooms
Zak walked into the locker rooms, not surprised to see himself as one of the few that were already there. If anyone spoke to him, he didn't hear them. If anyone tried to hug him, he didn't see them. Zak was in another world. A world of disappointment and dismay. His rush of anger at Belladonna had reawoken a lost part of him. His hands shook when he searched through his bag, hoping to find his towel with ease.
He didn't want to be there right now. He didn't want to see the disappointed face, he didn't want to hear the angry voices...Quidditch was everything to him. Beating was the only thing was any good at in this school and in what could've been his final match, he'd managed to knock himself out and help lead the team to disaster. Such fucking bullshit.
When: After the match
Where: Locker Rooms
Zak walked into the locker rooms, not surprised to see himself as one of the few that were already there. If anyone spoke to him, he didn't hear them. If anyone tried to hug him, he didn't see them. Zak was in another world. A world of disappointment and dismay. His rush of anger at Belladonna had reawoken a lost part of him. His hands shook when he searched through his bag, hoping to find his towel with ease.
He didn't want to be there right now. He didn't want to see the disappointed face, he didn't want to hear the angry voices...Quidditch was everything to him. Beating was the only thing was any good at in this school and in what could've been his final match, he'd managed to knock himself out and help lead the team to disaster. Such fucking bullshit.