At Least It Was Fair

Sometimes Manus was so worry-free that it became worrying instead.

But compared to that, Flitwick was still quite satisfied. At least this kind of concern still put him in a good mood, and it only happened occasionally.

Most of the time, Manus needed absolutely no one to worry about him. Early on, Flitwick had even felt that, as Head of House, he barely had any presence at all. He had sat in his office so long he was beginning to feel guilty about it.

Meanwhile, a certain deputy headmaster spent every day...

Ahem. Watch the match, watch the match.

Bang—

A crisp impact rang out as another Quaffle was thrown through the hoop, grazing the edge of the ring.

(Of the two balls in Quidditch besides the Golden Snitch, Bludgers were struck with bats, while Quaffles were gripped and thrown by hand rather than hit with bats. Early Quaffles had straps or finger holes like bowling balls to make them easier to catch and throw, but Grip Charms were now commonly used instead.)

Since the Golden Snitch had yet to be spotted again, the two Seekers could only continue circling around the edges, leaving the Chasers as the heart of the match.

"There! The Golden Snitch! I saw it!"

"Rowle, stop him! Ram him! Ram him directly!"

"Behind you, idiot!"

All sorts of chaotic shouts rose and fell. Manus watched the performance of the two Broomsticks during the match, deep in thought.

Many of the scenarios he had envisioned during the design process had yet to be used... but that could not be helped. Seekers spent most of their time flying at a steady speed. If they flew too fast, they would not be able to spot the Golden Snitch at all.

Only when the Golden Snitch was truly discovered