Commentary lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet "Possession, Students." West updated as the next play began. He paused to bite his sandwich. Necessary nutrition was necessary. "Hudson is looking STEAMED." West paused to admire this as she tossed the Quaffle HARD, he didn't mind Kat getting riled, y'know? She'd never been mad at HIM so it was refreshing in a way. Yep. "Also, has anyone disinfected that Quaffle?" Because Firth!blood was still on there from before, but at least the Groundskeeper's nose wasn't bleeding anymore. And Summers was ALREADY hunting for the Snitch again, and so was Romanos... West hid his sandwich just in case. "Branxton catches it and starts up the pitch... he's eyeing up Bellaire... folks I don't think he wants to get in her way, see how polite he's being with that little bow and everything?... Truebridge has NO TIME for bows and she's getting in there! ELBOWS! CLAWS! WATCH OUT MO!... he passes... Greenwell is boxed in and Fairfield goes to her rescue... LAFAY IS ON THE PROWL SHE HAS FAIRFIELD IN HER SIGHTS... THERE IS A BLUDGER GOING STRAIGHT FOR THE THREE OF THEM!"
AND WHERE WAS ALICE? West PAUSED NOTICEABLY in his commentary... There she was. "FISCHER IS HOLDING BELLAIRE HOSTAGE WITH HER TEETH."
No really, that was what it looked like. It was compelling. Had she just bitten the Transfiguration Professor? West KNEW she was his favourite. KNEW it. "BELLAIRE IS YELLING ABOUT DETENTION.... Greenwell breaks through! Branxton and Dixon are coming up behind her... the three of them are heading for Firth who is rubbing his nose... Greenwell passes to Branxton... he shoots.... FIRTH GOES FOR IT... but its WIDE! Branxton MISSES!"
EVERYTHING WAS HAPPENING AT ONCE WHAT WAS THIS? WHERE TO LOOK? THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! "Fairfield hits a bludger and it CRACKS LAFAY'S BROOM!" West watched as the Potions professor hurtled to the grass below, but she jumped off and landed on her feet. Classy. Also, EXCEEDINGLY ANGRY. West didn't envy Elise in that moment. "LAFAY IS ALSO YELLING ABOUT DETENTION! DETENTION ALL ROUND! 140 - 60, Students ahead!"
Merlin he needed a brea-- "THE SEEKERS HAVE SPOTTED THE SNITCH." And nowhere near his sandwich this time... in fact it was hovering around Truebridge's hair! "Get on your feet and cheer them on!" Really. They needed it. "Firth tosses the Quaffle back in play... Barlow snatches it and speeds up the pitch... Truebridge elbows Dixon out of the way... Barlow winds up and shoots... Hudson stretches... GOAL FOR STAFF!"
Oh man. Oh man. Oh man.
WEST was on his feet. "SUMMERS AND ROMANOS ARE NECK AND NECK... Summers reaches out....but its TANGLED IN TRUEBRIDGE's HAIR and he hesitates! Romanos has no such concerns and she GRABS A HANDFUL. SHE GETS THE SNITCH FOR THE STAFF!" And y'know, a few strands of glorious red hair, no big deal. "The score is almost even, 140-120 to the students, its down to one last grab!"
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