As Hannah held on to the little gnome head she had this sinking feeling that they had indeed lost. Slytherin would be coming in last place. There were just far too many Ravvies and people helping Ravvies for Slytherin to stand a chance. Still Hannah was not a quitter. She looked down at the gnome in her hand. "Sorry I have to make an example out of you." Or maybe she should really say... sorry not sorry.

She walked over closer to where she would be throwing the gnome. Yeah she decided to show this one a little mercy. Not that it would really matter or anything. His fate would be the same as every other gnome that she had encountered. Once she had gotten as close as she felt like getting she spun around in circles until the gnome was dizzy and flung him towards the forest. How many had she done now? She felt like she was carrying the weight of her house, but even that wouldn't make a difference. She did not like losing, but even without Bentley saying so, she knew that they had.