Wishes that Bludger had just killed him. How the hell did he let Alapai grab the Quaffle like that? What was wrong with him? This ... wasn't his best game. He's the very picture of misery as he leaves — soggy and downtrodden, replete with a few rainy, woebegone sniffles. Anuhea doesn't win her bet, but she comes pretty close. Whatever, guys, it's cold and he wants to go home, freakin' sue him.

On the other hand, remind him to congratulate Lewis on a game well played. That guy was clearly born to be a Beater. This was the second time he'd nearly murdered Ulysses on the pitch. Impressive.