Steve lets out a small groan as his back hits the hard dirt and grass of the quidditch field. A shadow hovers over him, and Steve instantly knows its Billy Hargrove. He opens his eyes to see the slytherin hovering on his broom above him, shiny golden snitch in his hand, a big cocky smirk plastered right on his face. Steve feels his face burn red from humiliation as Billy starts talking. "Keep your eyes on the snitch next time, pretty boy." He jeers tauntingly before flying off.