A.N. — I wasn't altogether pleased with yesterday's drabble. I had to cut a lot from it to make the 100 word constraint. There's another, more modern, Order member coming tomorrow, so here's a nobody for a barren day in the canon calendar (weekends tend to be lower on views, too). This one's connected to last Friday's drabble.
198. Ivan Volkov
His opposing number had broken Krum's nose, and Volkov was out for revenge. Beater bat raised high in anger, Ivan surged forward with gusto.
But whistles were blowing, and his teammates were already mobbed protectively around their star seeker. The cloud of red (matching his quidditch robes) hazing Volkov's vision slowly dissipated as Ivan realized that, though Krum had suffered an individual loss, he'd kept his pride. Catching the snitch when down so substantially, while thoroughly outclassing the Irish seeker, was its own victory. It just wasn't the Cup. Krum might be happy with that, but Volkov still desired more.