Ira could’ve done better. Jeffy outflew him, and Essie stole his Quaffle, but he’d been warned about at least that last part. It isn’t as decisive a Chaser victory as he could’ve had. But it’s a victory all the same, and he’d scored, and his head is still very much intact. He probably won’t get murdered or be forced to yell at Sy today. He sighs in some relief before touching his broom down to the ground quietly, congratulating his team and somewhat awkwardly nodding at Azurcrest. Sportsmanship is difficult. He’s sure to pull Essie’s hair in passing as payback for that Quaffle.