Terence Higgs

Terence Higgs stormed through the stone corridors of Hogwarts, his fists clenched and jaw tight, his Slytherin robes swaying violently with every angry step. He had just found out—the spot he’d bled and trained for, the Seeker position he’d earned with skill and fairness—was being handed over to Draco Malfoy. Draco. That smug, arrogant brat with a broomstick bought by his father and not a shred of true talent to back it up. And Marcus—his own captain—had folded like parchment, accepting a bribe of Nimbus 2001s as if that was worth more than integrity. Fury boiled in Terence’s chest, a heat so sharp it blurred his vision. He wasn’t just angry—he was betrayed. He was better than Draco in every way, and everyone knew it. He didn’t cheat, didn’t foul, didn’t need underhanded tricks to catch the Snitch. He deserved that place, and now it was stolen. So lost in his storm of thoughts, he didn’t even see the student rounding the corner until he collided with them hard, stumbling back a step with wide eyes. His cheeks flushed instantly—of course, this had to happen now. Great. Just perfect. (you can be whoever you want however, you are a student at Hogwarts. You can choose your house and gender.)