Severus Snape felt that it was perfectly reasonable to referee the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. After the first game where the young impulsive Potter almost got himself killed, no doubt by the Dark Lord influenced. And by the candidate of Quirlle as Quirlle had been increasingly doggy and suspicious. Albus agreed with Severus's sentiment. But here is the thing Severus never much enjoyed flying on a broom, and thus, whenever he refereed the house games, he always, always let his distance for the activity magnify his harshness toward the other houses' Quidditch teams. Albus had scolded Severus that he shouldn't be too harsh on Harry. So he probably doesn't have a presentable face.
'Are the teams ready?' He questions the captains. Both give an affirmative, and Severus blows the whistle letting the players enter the air. The whistle trills again. The game begins. Severus soon follows after tossing the quaffle into the air.
The chasers passed the quaffle through the air as if it was a prized meal for the birds of prey to play with. There is a cheer building in the stands.
Then there is bussing next to his ear as he hears the snitch.
Surely not. Severus thinks as the golden sphere appeared in front of his face and then was gone in a streak of red zipping past. A mere hair's breadth passed his whole body.
Potter
As if James didn't give Severus enough problems to deal with throughout his schooling. It seems that Harry is intentionally graying Severus's hair prematurely with that little stunt.
Once on the ground, Severus curses The inherited talent of Harry from his equally adrenaline junky father. Severus stormed off to find an empty corner to have his panic attack. Spitting to prevent that name from leaving his lips to keep Harry's nieve, innocent impression of his father intact. The truth would come out eventually.
Harry was so much like his father. Too much like James. Harry did the exact same trick that James pulled during the last broomstick flying lesson in the second year. Simultaneously as one Gryffindor practiced, one of the seeker practice balls went off course, passing right in front of Severus. And James, ever the pompous show-off, decided instead of letting the missed throw go, he dove right at Severus, snatching it mid-air.
Bloody hell, Potter.