Tobias had come to the match only because he rather had to. He had really no interest in the match itself which ended up being a rather bad thing as he there was little to distract him from the idiocy of vanHagens in the commentator box. He never quite realized just how good Michelle had been at the job until she wasn't there to do it. All he knew was that it was a damn good thing that Sophie was nearby or it was likely he'd have yanked out his wand and hexed the wanker from where he sat. Okay, it was more than just Sophie's proximity; he didn't want to put a black mark on his record before he secured the Head Boy spot.

He had little time to really stew with anger before the snitch chase was on and not even two hours after the fourteen players had lifted off Ravenclaw had won the match and Headmaster Dumbledore was striding to the center of the pitch. A moment later he, along with his team, headed down from the stands and, in a moment that the Slytherin Captain would never forget, he strode to the center of the pitch, took the Cup and, with no shame, pressed his lips to the cold metal. He handed it off to the next player and then, with all abadonment of propriety and pureblood training, he was whooping and hollaring and - yes - crying as he hugged his teammates to the sound of a victorious Slytherin House.