Then everything changed Closed

It was finally over. Jorah survived one of the longest games of Quidditch he had ever played. The boy was bruised and battered, but his pain was easily subdued with the joy that came with victory, a taste so sweet. Still in his gear, Jorah strutted from the pitch to the Great Hall. His blue and bronze colored cape flowed magnificently behind him. The lad was on top of the world right now. He hoped this feeling would last, that he would savor the memory of this victory for years to come. After all, Ravenclaw had accomplished an incredible and hilarious feat. Not only was the entire Gryffindor team knocked off their brooms, but to add insult to injury, Edward caught the snitch! Jorah felt a sense of pride swell within himself for being the one to personally send most of the opposing team plummeting to the ground. He may have messed up his shoulder in the process, but it was nothing an ice bath and trip to the infirmary wouldn't cure. On second thought, it might be best if Jorah avoided the hospital wing for the time being, seeing as how he filled up most of its beds with injured cubs. The nurse probably won’t be to keen on seeing me after all the work I just gave her. I should probably get her a gift from Hogsmeade the next time I'm in town.

Hand in his pocket, Jorah swirled his fingers about two chunks of wood reclaimed from the brooms he had broken. Tonight, he would whittle down the wooden pieces to one bead each and add them to his necklace of trophies. The march up to the Great Hall was a long one. Jorah half thought that the winning team should be allowed to fly right up the entrance, but rules were rules I suppose. Once he finally reached his destination, he opened the double doors from the small hall into the Great Hall.

A grand entrance indeed. It seemed the audience had wasted no time in digging into the feast. To be fair, it was a particularly long match, Jorah was famished himself. The lad proceeded onward to the Ravenclaw side of the room. Basking in the aura of their recent triumph, he strutted his way down the long tables, showing off to the other students along the way.

After finding a spot in the middle of the hall, he plopped down onto the bench. He served himself a hefty potion of shepherd’s pie and several goblets of pumpkin juice. The meal went on in usual fashion with the exception of the occasional cheer. After partaking in one too many goblets, Jorah could feel his bladder calling for help. “Looks like dessert will have to wait, I’ll be right back,” he informed his cohort before departing. With that he rose from the table and disappeared behind the doors of the small hall.