Oh, oh, oh, OH! It's STARTING! Rachel's eyes went wide as she watched her ARITHMANCY teacher, the one and only Professor Shackleton, zoom down the Quidditch pitch with a quaffle in her hand and SCORE again and PRO! This was DEFINITELY the best game she had ever seen!!

Oh my dear sweet Merlin, who ON EARTH is THAT?! The fifth year sat, transfixed, as a Chaser who's name she wasn't familiar with, glided on his broom towards the quaffle. She was suddenly super interested in Professor Vindictus' commentary - hoping that the GORGEOUS man would do something that would make her Head of House comment on him.

Stupid, stupid school... WHY did she study so much when the really important things like KNOWING FAMOUS QUIDDITCH PLAYERS' NAMES were all in magazines and NOT in her notes?!

OOOOH he has said something! Ripping herself away from her thoughts she concentrated on Professor V's commentary and beamed as she realised that her man (she wished) was none other than... Er, what was it again? Oh, right - RHYS GLYNDWR! Odd name. Sighing, she watched with rapt attention as he zoomed down the pitch and headed an awesome formation in the air, then passed to someone and. . .

"NO! Oh, wait - GO! I meant GO! GO WILLOW!" Rache yelled as the girl blocked the quaffle from going in. ACK! She was now torn between who she believed was her one true hero and her school team. Bugger.