He couldn't believe that they had lost to Gryffindor in the final match of the tournament. It was just like school all over again and he felt the same surge of annoyance when Potter caught the Snitch as he had all those years ago. He managed to shake Wood's hand and then left the pitch sharpish, headed straight for the showers.
The team had played well, they always did, well most of the time. Min and Pucey were matching him for pace whilst Chasing, which was always good. They had deserved a close match, deserved a win really, but Potter was just too good a Seeker for that. He could have played professionally if he hadn't have had the accident.
He heard the rest of the team leave, his cousin poked his head round the corner to say he'd see him at the after party. Something Flint was going to skip, but after that comment he decided to show, for a while anyway. At least that was the plan before a very familiar voice called out.
'Shower.' He yelled back, not caring if the red head came in or not, he'd need him naked before often enough.
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