There were too many things wrong with this picture. Namely, the scoreboard and Treyen's position.

When he'd taken his place before the game started, Ellie was confused. He wasn't a Seeker. He just wasn't. Sure, he was built like a Seeker; he was small. But, he was a Keeper. Just...he was a Keeper.

And now the score? Aside from Simon's goal....

That was what happened when Treyen wasn't Keeper. He wouldn't have let so many Quaffles in....

HOLYMERLIN.

You can bet Ellie was on her feet as both Seekers seemed to have seen that tiny, tricky, golden ball. The pastries rolled onto the floor - something she'll be QUITE upset about later, Hadley and the rest of the crowd was completely forgotten, and her lip would most likely bleeding by now....

HOLYMERLIN! ...again...

The Snitch was coming toward her. Or...Hadley...whatever. She was there and a "Treyen!" definitely escaped her lips...and then it changed direction.

Thank Merlin. Any closer, and Ellie's instincts probably would've cut in and she'd have grabbed it herself. Not good.

And after she squealed the Hufflepuff's name, her lip was back in her mouth. She was completely oblivious of the pain, her eyes were glued on the seekers until...

Damnit.

LOLA would be receiving GLARES for the rest of her Hogwarts career....or MORE glares. Ellie already wasn't too fond of her since the Ship incident.

The Ravenclaw couldn't sit, though. No, she'd be standing for the remainder of the game. But she did shoot a nervous glance at the professor beside her.

Cummon Hufflepufffffff.....