Pride!!
PRIDE – putting of one’s own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of people.
“Do you really think that you’re any better than me?” Leander’s words were hoarse, strained, hurt. “Do you really think that?”
Perhaps she was.
But that didn’t mean that Leander was going to admit that in the slightest. He was going to implode anything that he could in that moment.
He was sore. It was the third quidditch tryouts he’d done — third one failed as well. He wanted to channel the hurt and the embarrassment onto someone and that unfortunate soul had been a second year that had dared to watch him make a fool of himself and throw a comment right at Leander. The poor student left in tears after Leander snapped.
It was Selena that had seen the student run off, and the new prefect had opened her mouth to say something but Leander headed her off.
“Don’t even start. You have no idea what I’m feeling, or what I’m capable of.” He straightened his robes, hands sore and shaking from the tryouts. “Just fuck off.”