Come on! Kizzie pushed herself on, this game was tough but she knew her teammates would be able to handle it. The Aussie's were definitely a team to mess with.

They had trained so hard for this. And it was with that thought in mind that made Kizzie shoot that Quaffle with even more determination than before. And...It went in. Yes! There was the whistle, her head jerked around and she grinned. Emma had caught the Snitch! Yes! Again. She pumped her fist discreetly. One thing she didn't want to do was boast infront of the other team.

She zoomed down, hearing the roar of the crowd, flying past the thousands of people there, making sure to fly near the Press Box and- eh? Who exactly was shouting random countries? Were they even fans? Kizzie searched for the culprit and saw two men...one of them looking like he had rolled around in paint. Snort. Shrugging it off, Kizzie finally landed onto the pitch and went to congratulate her team with a big smile.

Colin couldn’t help but snicker when one of the Australian beaters wacked a Bludger right at Kip. It was such a shame that his teammate was paying attention and didn’t get that Bludger to the head. Sure he was doing an okay job at being a Chaser today, but Kip Norwood’s ego was big enough. Taking his eyes off of Kip, he noticed that Miss Hailee Archer was flying right toward him with Quaffle at hand. Why ‘ello, Sheela.

After easily blocking Archer’s attempted shot, Colin through the Quaffle right at Kip without even thinking about it first. Eyes following the Quaffle being thrown from Kip to Kizzie, Colin couldn’t breathe. If they goofed this up, if they ruined his chances of being a champion, their captain would not be happy at all. On top of that, their coach would … well … you don’t know what he would do.

His attention that was centered on the Chasers had changed when he noticed that the Seekers were on the move after the Golden Snitch. Eyes widening as both Seekers reached out for the Snitch, Colin just sat by his goal hoops as if a Full Body-Bind Curse had been casted on him. Then his jaw dropped as he slowly flew down from the goal hoops.

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!

Quizzical eyebrow in place, Murphy landed smoothly on the grass of the pitch, disregarding the cheering from the Britons supporters and the Britons themselves. Sore loser as he was, Blaze did not bother to congratulate anyone, and simply busied himself with brushing a speck of dust from his left shoulder with a disdainful look on his face.

Discarding his gloves on the floor, for there were a few holes on them, Blaze stalked past the coach with his nose in the air and headed straight to the locker room.

Alistair knew that voice and his first instinct was to turn around and stick his fist in Brett's face. Maybe later when the Minister wasn't looking. He turned around and shook the man's hand. "Your team played tough today," Alistair replied rather cooly as he clamped down on Thatcher's hand.

Trying not to show how much he was angry at the fact that not only had they lost against England none the less, which was rather humiliating for Jett, but his soul reason was that he hadn't been able to make one tiny goal. Just one ridiculous point. It took him a while before he made is final decision on landing.

He could see that Hailee would have gladly kick one of two players of the opposite team which made Jett please with that idea since he would have gladly help her. Landing softly on his feet. He knew better that if something would come out of his mouth it wouldn't be wise.

The soul attitude of Norwood and Mackenzie were almost enough to make him want to walk right straight to them and knock them off. Instead he grab his broom really tight. His hands were starting to turn red. Taking a deep breath he walk straight behind Hailee trying not to think about what he trully wanted.

They had won. Woohoo. Rhys stayed hovering in the air for a few moments, grinning at the cheering audience. They had done it. And it felt awesome. He pumped his fist into the air, once more, before zooming towards the ground. "WE DIID ITT!" He roared, as he held both arms up in the air. "WOOOOP" He then did a sort of running hop walking kind of thing towards the rest of his team. "We Rock. Fact." But he totally thought that before as well. Obviously.

Jett was living dangerously, coming into arms reach while it was obvious that Hailee was teetering on the verge of becoming physically emotional. But then, Jett was one of the members of the team that DIDN'T SUCK!!! And his temperament and assessment of the situation was likely to be very similar to hers.

"If you hold down Norwood," she muttered under her breath, "I'll give him the curse of the bogies."

She was only half kidding.

Jett was ready for anything when coming from Hailee. He was ready to be yell at or anything thrown at him but instead he heard what she muttered to him and that makes him grin. What a lovely idea had she come up with. Anything to put Norwood down he was more than willing to help. "My pleasure..."

Nudging Hailee's shoulder he walks slowly toward Norwood. If she was kidding he sure wasn't. The only things was if he would reach that prick before it was too late.

Brett wanted nothing more than to squeeze down hard on Cleaver's hand, but reframed from doing so because his minster was in eyes sight. After releasing his hand, he turned around to see his team sulking. What were they? A bunch of students?

Marching over to where his team was pouting, he gave them all a stern look. "Say congrats to the other team. I will not have my team looking like poor sports. And Archer, wipe that dangerous look out of your eye or I will make you run laps." he said, throwing them all a nasty look.

There was a very un-Emma-ish giggle as Kip caught her in a rather tight embrace. She hugged him back, the snitch beating its wings against her knuckles as she did so.

Laughing brightly as Kip went all ego, Emma turned back to the rest of the players, where she caught sight of that Hailee wasserface... who said something to the other... guy... who started toward... beautiful Kip.

Immediately, Emma stepped in front of Other Guy and help out her hand to shake... the one with the snitch.

"Oops! Silly me!" she smiled, holding out her other hand and reaching for Kip's hand, a sliiiiightly sinister look in her eyes. Looking over to the Aussie captain, Emma's smile brightened. Ahhhh, Kippy was safe.

Vindictus wasn't a fan of hanging around on the Pitch after officiating non-school games. His job was done and now it was time for him to get the players where they needed to be.

"England and Australia - you both played one heck of a game," Max replied and he glanced up at the Top Box. Yep, there's the vulture himself. Better get the English team up there before he says something. "The English team needs to report to the Top Box for the trophy ceremony. And Australia - your team can be the first to invade the autograph tent. After your play today, I'm sure you just gained a new legion of fans." It was true. This Aussie team was young and was loaded with raw talent. In four years, I bet fifty galleons that they'll be the winners.

And without shaking any hands, Max hurried off the Pitch like all smart officials would to.

"I'll catch up with you later in the tent, Thatcher," Alistair sneered. Laps? Is the man insane? How is running going to improve a game flown in the air? "Okay, lads and lasses. Let's not keep our beautiful Minister waiting. You heard Vindictus so get a move on!"

Kip was, well, absorbing the cheers even as they died down and the noise flooding the stadium was now excitable chattering. He lowered his fist as Emma grasped his other hand, then followed her eyes to the Australian team. Ooh, if looks could kill. "Now, now, let's all just be friends here," he told them smugly. "No need to get your pants in a bundle." Kip made eye contact with Jett and held it for a few moments before winking. That should set him off. Just then, as if he was looking out for Kip's best interest, Vindictus gave them instructions. Brilliant.

"Let's go, Emma," he announced coolly, keeping a comforting grasp on her hand and leading her in the direction of the Top Box. There was nothing more to do down on the pitch. Their trophy was calling!

Hailee's eyebrows shot up only momentarily. Well, you know, you're only young once. And Hailee only intended to experience losing once, so you why not experience some retribution. She narrowed her eyes and sized up her prey. Oh yes, definitely she and Jett could take him.

Groaaaaaaan!

I'd like to see you try, she thought, defiance glittering in her dark eyes. "Sorry Coach," she apologized, "I'll try to be more like you in the future."

A washed up fool past his prime who coaches because he can't play anymore.

She pulled her hair out of the plait that was holding it in, and shook it out. "I need a shower." She knocked purposely into her coach's shoulder as she passed him.

That was it. Monty was going to punch someone. If that smug MacKenzie comes anywhere near him, he was going to get it. It was rigged. No matter where the quaffle went, Monty was behind it. But it went completely off in another direction. Cheaters. That was the English. Utter cheaters.

Kizzie made it just in time to hear what Coach Clever had to say, making her smirk at the way he was looking after talking to the Aussie coach. Boys. She looked up where the Top Box was located and was itching to get on her way. Finally, after so much sweat, blood and tears, they were going to hold the precious trophy.

Taking a deep breath, she grasped her broom tighter, turned around to take in the whole Stadium and then started walking with her team towards where the Minister would be waiting for them all.