Can I get the mic back? Yea? K, thanks.

*SNATCH*

"We seen what you did there, Fischer." She'd totally flashed her teeth at McCarthy. Dylan could admit he'd have been scared...had he been flashed those particular teeth..."AND THE SNITCH AGAIN??" Wait. Had they seen it?! He'd seen it...HAD HE TOLD THEM....?

Dylan was back on his feet, eyes focused on the tiny golden ball. He didn't even see what had happened with the quaffle...Nope. It was a seeker thing. ALL EYES ON THE SNITCH ALWAYS...

"AIDAN STONE AND PENELOPE GREENWELL ARE TAKING THE SNITCH UP HIGH..." He was squinting...Did...Stone have it? SQUINT. Oh, he did. "Aidan Stone catches the second snitch...First for Ravenclaw...." There was a noticeable lack of excitement in his voice...Oh, and the score..."Fischer got that, too...FIERCE LION IS FIERCE. You go, girl..."

"Quaffle is thrown back into play...Ravenclaw Barrington has it...He and Dawnsel are doing some kind of quaffle maneuver I've never seen before..." STARE..."Apparently Melanie Sung is confused, too...She misses blocking that one...and Barrington scores for Ravenclaw." Hmm...That Nigel kid had some real talent....It was really impressive..."Score is 70 - 50, Claws."

"Gryffindor is back in possession...Alice isn't giving an quaffle love with this play as Goldman acts as a wingman. She's there if you need her, ALICE....but she doesn't....Ethan moves with her to the left...and then to the right....FISCHER SCORES."

Wait...........was that the snitch he seen?! ALREADY?! Blue worried eyes flew to Penelope...They'd both spotted it...and were off. Blurs of blur and red...zipping around the pitch...."THEY'VE SPOTTED ANOTHER SNITCH...ARGH!" WHO. WOULD. GET. IT...."Oh, wait...The snitch has momentarily eluded them...Ahem."

"The claws are viciously flying down the pitch towards Sung...She's like a red M&M out there..." He didn't know what he was trying to say....but yea...."The Claws are flying in 'V' formation...IT'S LIKE ATTACK OF THE BIRDS...." FLAILING. DRAMATICALLY. "It's no use, though. Melanie Sung has BLOCKED their efforts...."

..."AND THE SNITCH HAS REARED IT'S SHINY GOLDEN HEAD AGAIN....but there wasn't even any battling...Penelope, it's okay, love." He'd give hugs after the match, if she needed them. IT WASN'T OVER YET, THOUGH.

"Score is 120 - 50....Claws. COME ON, LIONS. YOU'RE STILL IN THIS." Dylan finally sat down and passed the mic over to Oakey. He had nothing more to say at the moment...and his throat hurt.

Hmph.

He casually snatched Gunter's smoothie and began sipping on it..."You don't mind, do you?" HMPH.