k - neck strain

c - neck strain

C - neck strain

Colin MacKenzie retrieves the Quaffle and puts it back into play . . . his pass is caught by Rhys Glyndwr who tucks it under his arm before zooming down the Pitch . . . he flies . . . UPWARDS . . . and Jett Turner and Hailee Archer follow him . . . BUT WAIT . . . Glyndwr throws the Quaffle downwards towards Kizzie Ainsley . . . she catches it and makes a quick pass to Kip Norwood . . . Norwood enters the scoring area . . . he raises his arm and he shoots . . . DING! Kip Norwood scores for England after they pull off a textbook Porskoff Ploy!


Quaffle to Australia: What was the name of the woman with whom Tom Riddle Sr. rode in a carriage near the Gaunt home? (first name)

Bludger: What is the MoM classification for a Glumbumble?


SCOREBOARD
England
Points Scored: 30
Snitch Captures: 2
Penalties: 0

Australia
Points Scored: 20
Snitch Captures: 0
Penalties: 0

K - Cecilia

b - XXX

B - xxx

c- cecilia

C- Cecilia

C - cecilia

Monty Williams retrieves the Quaffle and puts it back into play . . . his pass is caught by Jett Turner . . . Turner tucks it under his arm and zooms down the Pitch . . . EEEEEEEE! EEEEEEE! Jack Fletcher nearly knocks his own teammate off his broom as he zooms towards the Bludger with his bat raised . . . Turner passes to Blaze Murphy and swats a buzzing golden bug away from his ear . . . EEEEEE! EEEEEE! Murphy makes a sharp left turn just as Fletcher swings his bat . . . CRACK! EEEEEE! SMACK! Kip Norwood is forced to perform the Sloth Grip Roll as the Bludger strikes the tail twigs of his broom . . . Murphy keeps his focus on the scoring area and makes a short pass to Hailee Archer . . . Archer enters the scoring area . . she raises her arm and she shoots . . . THWACK! Colin MacKenzie swoops down and knocks the Quaffle away from the center goal hoop with a sweeping motion of his broomstick.

Quaffle to England: What book did Hermione read so fast her eyes appeared blurred?

Snitch: What is the first spell Moody used on the spider in the DADA class?


SCOREBOARD
England
Points Scored: 20
Snitch Captures: 2
Penalties: 0

Australia
Points Scored: 20
Snitch Captures: 0
Penalties: 0

s - imperio

c - Achievements in Charming

C: Achievements in Charming

s Crucio

C -Achievements in Charming

s engorgio

k - Something to do with the Philosophers Stone.

Colin MacKenzie's blocked shot sails through the air and lands in the hands of Kip Norwood . . . Norwood tucks the Quaffle under his arm and zooms down the Pitch . . . suddenly, Jett Turner, Hailee Archer and Blaze Murphy start flying directly at Norwood in a high-speed zigzagging movement . . . its the Woollongong Shimmy! Norwood is unable to do anything and he does a reverse pass to Kizzie Ainsley . . . Ainsley makes the grab and dips beneath the Aussie Chasers . . . she zooms ahead and pulls upwards . . . Ainsley straightens out and enters the scoring area . . . she takes aim and shoots . . . DING! Kizzie Ainsley scores for England as her shot sails through the outstretched arms of Monty Williams!

SWOOOSH!

It's a blur of green and red as the Seekers chase after the Snitch . . . they race around the Stadium three times before pointing their broomsticks towards the ground . . . they enter a high-speed dive . . . and Emma Greene pulls out of it and zooms in the opposite direction . . . she's done the Wronski Feint! Lindie Kaing pulls out of the dive a second later and races after Greene . . . both Seekers reach out . . . and Greene comes to a screeching halt in mid-air . . . she raises her fist into the air . . . Emma Greene has caught the Golden Snitch! ENGLAND WINS!

TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

A shrill whistle is heard through the deafening cheers erupting in the stadium and Head Official Maximus Vindictus is the first to land on the turf.



FINAL SCOREBOARD
England
Points Scored: 180 (30 +150)
Snitch Captures: 3
Penalties: 0

Australia
Points Scored: 20
Snitch Captures: 0
Penalties: 0

VICTORY WAS THEIRS!

Amazing! After all the training and all the trouble the ministry had gone to, they had pulled it out of the bag and won! They'd done it for their country. BOO-YAH!

Grinning as she held her fist high in the air, Emma considered zooming to her team mates to celebrate, but knew she had to go land first. Instead of flinching from the cheers, Emma beamed at the entirety of the crowds and finally zoom-zoomed down to the pitch, landing near that oh-so-handsome official.

Everything worked. The strategies. The ruthless practicing. The humiliation of losing to a bunch of school kids last year. When Rex gave him the job, he promised to build a team of winners (and he promised that he wouldn't get kicked out of the game when tournament play began).

"YESSSSSSSS!" screamed Alistair as he ran onto the field with his fists held high in the air. "VICTORY IS OURS!"

Brett Thatcher was not a happy camper. The game was rigged! It was rigged! He could already see Cleaver's cocky smirk from here. This was going to be brutal. Taking his first steps onto the field, he rolled his eyes at the loud cheering for England. So they won. Big deal! Brett was not taking the loss lightly. His team was going to be getting an earload in the locker room.

But his mother had always taught him to be the bigger man, so he put on a fake smile and walked over to Cleaver. "Great game." he grimaced, offering his hand to the other coach. He still believed it was rigged though.

Drake couldn't believe it. He just could NOT believe what he had just seen. It had all happened in a blur to him; one moment he was berating himself for not hitting the bludger when he needed too then the next Emma was holding the snitch and the roar of the crowd nearly deafened him. Pumping his fist into the air, his beaters bat swirling around, he flew towards the ground, his hair blowing in his face as the biggest grin ever spread across his lips.

Making it to the ground, his heart hammering in his chest he stepped off his broom holding it securely in his hand he walked over to where Emma was now standing, his eyes clear of any nervousness now. "WOOOOOOOOOO!" he shouted pumping his fist holding the bat.

They had totally WON!

Hailee Archer did NOT know how to lose with grace. This wasn’t usually a problem because she didn’t tend to lose. She dismounted her broom six feet from the ground, landing on her feet with a hard THUD. In her entire carreer, she’d never had such a disasterous game. Her beaters came out strong, but they just fizzled out! And did Kaing even SHOW UP?

Frankly the only people she wasn’t thinking about whacking over the head with her broom were Jett and Blaze, who were at least marginally on their game.

Oooh and how frustrating was it that Colin MacKenzie had her number every time she tried to score on him? Not since her rookie days had she gone an entire game without scoring. AAAAAAARG!

Pride wounded, Hailee yanked her broom out of the air and stomped across the pitch.

"Yes yes, victory is yours..." she grumbled under her breath.

After he panicked and skillfully passed the quaffle to Kizzie, a blur out of the corner of his eye caught Kip’s attention. He missed seeing his fellow chaser’s miraculous shot and he was now flying aimlessly - his focus on the beautiful Emma and the Australian seeker. Go, go, go… GET IT! SHE GOT IT. “YEEEEAH EMMA!” Kip yelled to her, zooming across the field to dismount near her. Okay, so, he knew he pretty much ruled when it came to scoring all the goals, and he KNEW a vast majority of those cheers were for him… but, for now, he would let this fine dame bask in her moment of glory.

As he hopped off his broom next to Emma, Kip chuckled softly and boasted, “Australia is no match for us, huh?” He flexed for her. Big head? Yes. He wrapped his muscular arms tightly around the Seeker and whispered, "We were a brilliant team. But you, most of all, were pretty killer out there." He pecked her cheek softly, hesitated, then pulled away with a cheesy, toothy grin to turn towards the stands. Kip pumped his fist victoriously, spinning in a slow circle, taking in every cheer. Yes, my loyal, adoring fans! Love me!