Goodness gracious. This was - this was like... HEAVEN! They were going to be covered in marshmallow and marshmallow goo. This was without a doubt the most amazing final Clifford had ever - and probably WOULD ever - experience. This was where he belonged, on the quidditch pitch with bazillions of marshmallows! Siiiiiigh.

Grinning ear to ear, Clifford kicked off the ground and headed straight to the line of fire. He wanted to get covered in as much marshmallow goo as he could, oh yes he did. "EEEEEEE!" He squealed excitedly small mashmallows began pelting him, but ignoring them he managed to catch a large one. His chaser skeeelzz would surely come in handy now. WOOT!

Gooey marshmallow tucked under one arm, goo covering his robes, Clifford swerved his way towards the hoops and halted infront of them. This thing was going to be a heck of a lot harder to score with than a quaffle. It was so heavy, and gooey and squishy and he just wanted to EATITALLUPNAO!

Balancing, Clifford used both hands to throw the squishy marshmallow towards the hoops. It was a rather weak throw, but sailed through the center hoop.

Whew...this one was tiring final. Anna was having a blast, but she sue could use a tall glass of pumpkin juice right about now. Oh, and a chocolate frog. Oh, and maybe a jelly slug, too. Oh, but...is that...ohhh, marshmallows. Yum... Anna wondered if she could sneak and eat a few while they were playing whatever it was they were about to play. This next task sure looked tasty!

Anna glanced over at the "neato device" that was supposedly used for scoring practice. She didn't know what a muggle pitching machine was, but it shot out tasty marshmallows, then she was a true fan! Okay, so...it didn't shoot out marshmallows. It shot quaffles. There were marshmallows in the game, though, so all was still good! Anna took off into the sky and flew towards the pitching machine or whatever it was called. Neato device...

Ohhh, a marshmallow. Seeing a tasty treat nearby, Anna got distracted and nearly got whacked in the head by quaffle. How rude. Turning her eyes from the marshmallow, Anna once again looked at the neato device. When it shot a quaffle towards her, Anna was ready. She caught it with ease and zoomed off down the pitch. Ohhh, marshmallow creme. Anna opened her mouth and allowed a few drops in. Hee hee. She then darted forward towards the goal hoops. Oh, how Anna was enjoying being covered in marshmallowy goodness! She smiled as she headed towards the left hoop. She raised her arm, aimed the ball at the hoop, and sent it sailing through. Being on the house Quidditch team sure did come in handy!

John smiled as he licked the creme off his hand one more would do and then he could final get into some shelter. He looked around and soon he saw another quaffle and zoomed upto it. He was glad he had played quidditch before, granted he handed played in creme before, but this was just like hailstone except the fact that it was creme and not hailstone. He this time decided to go highter than the scoring zone as he knew he needed all the air he could get since he was beginning to get weight down with all the creme. He wiped his face with his spare hand as he got closer to the middle scoring zone and then he grabbed the quaffle with both hands. Ding he had scored. He quickly landed in the red rectangle and hurried under the shelter as he started to clean himself off.

OH GREAT! The hair!

Lyra took her wand from her robes and instead of using it *since they were not supposed too* she twisted her hair up and pinned it with the wand. At least it would keep some of the sticky stuff away from some of the hair. Once again, she had to put her determination face on because she was going to WIN!

She pushed off of the ground with her feet and waited for a quaffle to shoot out at her. Once it did, she caught it with one hand but then was hit square in the face by a nice sticky mess of marshmallow cream along with some mini marshmallows that seemed to stick to the side of her head. One shot!

She zoomed towards the goal hoops, aiming for the right one first. She pulled back her hand with the quaffle and right as she aimed it, she was hit with another shot of cream on the arm. She watched as the quaffle went flying towards the center goal instead and made it thru the center.

"Lucky shot!" She snickered to herself then turned to get another quaffle.

Sara looked upward and saw an amazing sight. One of her favorite food, marshmallows, started to fall from the sky. This is one of her big fantasies she's always had.

However, her elation quickly faded and she heard what the task entailed. Quidditch wasn't her forte at all.She knew that catching the quaffle wasn't going to be a problem. She's always had good reflexes. Her aim, however, was always a little off, so getting the quaffle throw one of those tiny hoops was going to be a challenge.

Taking a deep breath, she took off toward the falling quaffles. She was being pelted by tiny marshmallows and tried to resist the urge to take one and eat it. She even felt some cream in her hair but shrugged it off. She wasn't a vain girl, so as long as it washes off, she didn't care.

She quickly managed to catch a quaffle and sped toward her goal posts. Getting as close as she could to the posts, she threw the quaffle at the left ring, but watched in amazement as it sailed through the hoop. However, it wasn't the left hoop but the center one. "I made it in!" she exclaimed, not letting anyone know she was actually aiming for the left hoop.

One down...two to go. Ecstatic over her first victory, Anna turned around and headed right back to the neato device. She giggled happily as she was pelted with more and more marshmallows. This was the tastiest final she'd ever experienced! Anna smiled as a gooey piece of goodness hit her right in the mouth. Her tongue immediately darted out and snagged the marshmallow. Yummmers. Reaching the neato device once again, Anna stared at it until it shot another quaffle her way. Catching it easily, Anna headed for the center goal hoop. She frowned as a few marshmallows pelted her quaffle, no doubt possibly harming the way it'd usually soar easily through a hoop. When she reached the goal hoop, Anna raised her arm and chunked the quaffle forward. Ohhh, darn. It missed the hoop by a frazzling yard.

Anna hurried back to the neato device and waited for another quaffle. When she'd caught one, she tucked it as close to her robes as possible, wanting to protect it from the danger of mean marshmallows. Approaching the center hoop again, Anna raised her arm and chunked the quaffle, this time sending it right through the hoop. Score! It sailed straight through! Take that, marshmallows!

This time she would score. She had to. Failing the first time under odd conditions was one thing, but Juniper would feel like an absolute and complete failure if she missed a second time. Pausing in the middle of the pitch, Juniper caught her second Quaffle and flew determinedly toward the goal hoops again. She would score this time. All that she had to do was take into account the stickiness and the extra weight, and probably add some momentum to her throw.

But here came a wad of marshmallows, much like the one already in her hair, that was far larger than the Quaffle. A wad of marshmallow that looked like it would hurt. Clinging tightly to the Quaffle with one hand, and to her broom with the other hand and her feet, Juniper rolled over on her broom to avoid the giant wad of marshmallow. She escaped that wad, but another one quickly came her way and soon the girl had a fair amount of marshmallow stuck firmly to all parts her ear.

Ignoring the lack of sound that she was hearing from that ear, Juniper sped up as she continued flying toward the goal hoop. When she had gained enough momentum, the girl used all her might and flung the sticky, marshmallow-covered Quaffle toward the left goal hoop.

As soon as the Quaffle had left her hands, Juniper pulled to a stop and held her breath as the quaffle soared through the marshmallow-filled air and hit the goal hoop, paused and seemed to teeter on the edge between going through and falling short and....

It went through!

Juniper breathed a sigh of relief, pulled enough marshmallow from her ear so she could hear, and flew back to the center of the pitch so she could finish scoring in two more hoops.

Qaz made it back to the blasted machine. She was nearly covered in goop and tiny marshmallows. It felt like it weighed at least as much as she did. While she was waiting for the next quaffle to come her way, she tried scraping off some of the glop. It didn’t seem to do a whole lot of good, but she kept trying, determined to lighten her load.

She was so busy scraping goo, that the quaffle coming her way almost knocked her off her broom. She got her hand up to catch it, but her hand couldn’t grip the ball. Muttering under her breath, she chased after it. Slimey hands all over her nice broom. How could he have made them do this? Her fault for using her own broom.

Qaz managed to catch up to the quaffle before it hit the ground. Unfortunately, it was pretty slimey, too, so Qaz put the quaffle in her lap, cradled between her elbows, and headed off towards the right hoop. Once she got there, she stopped in front of the hoop and carefully lifted the quaffle with both slippery hands. She slowly reached over and let it fall off her hands and through the hoop.

Grabbing her broom, she headed off towards the red rectangle. She was covered head to toe in marshmallow. Just dunk me in some hot chocolate, why don’t they?
She came in for a rather sloppy landing. Got off her broom and sat down and cried. She HATED it when she got something in her hair….and her broom looked disgusting, too.

Enough of that. She managed to get up and walk over to the shelter. 'Will somebody get this stuff off of me?' she pleaded. She really didn't want to have to find her own wand.

Lyra went back for her second quaffle and this time she tried to pry her hand from the handle of the broom but had to duck instead since her hand wouldn't let go from the stickiness of the cream. Sighing, she saw another one coming and this time, she had her hand up and ready to catch it. Much to her surprise, it was her sticky hands that reeled it in.

She zoomed off towards the hooped goals and this time looked up to make sure she was not going to get hit in the arm by more goopie stuffage. The coast was clear! She picked her arm up and aimed for the right hoop, but the quaffle stayed stuck to her hand.

"DARNIT!" She picked her left hand to help unstick the right hand and then thru the quaffle with both hands. SCOREEEEEEEEE! Now it was time for her third and final try. Was she going to be so lucky with this one?

Cela was managing to catch aLOT of marshmallow in her mouth. It was awesome. She sighed happily and didn't even need to catch another quaffle, because she was soooo sticky it practically attached itself to her hand. Dreamy expression on her face Cela headed towards the hoops again and was promptly knocked from her broom by a particularly large drip of marshmallow goop.

She fetched the quaffle again and spent a few moments licking off enough of the marshmallow goop so she could fly again. Oh wow! How cool would it be to go for a swim in marshmallow goop? Cela launched herself into the air again, and attempted to toss the quaffle. But it was STUCK to her hand and the momentum forced her into a barrel roll. Teehee!

Straightening up, she sucked on her fingers until they came free from the marshmallowy quaffle and she tossed it hard into the left hand goal hoop. WOOOOOT!

Oh but she was running out of energy.... quick! More marshmallow!

Wrong didn't even begin to cover this.

Not only was her hair going to end up being a complete and utter mess, but her robes were, too. Ridiculous. Trying not to dwell too much on this fact that she could feel that melted marshmellows were falling all over her, Willow catched one of the quaffles, and zoomed down the pitch, heading to the goal posts.

But of course it wasn't easy.

Due to he little drops of creme that belonged to the marshamellows that had fallen all over her robes, fingers, hair, face, the quaffle was very slowly slipping from her, and at least two times it entire slipped from fingers and she had to catch it once again, grumbling under her breath as she did so.

So after having avoided at least three quaffles -she had grown distracted by how ridiculous everyone else looked, covered in marshamellows- the fifth year finally reached the scoring area.

And with ease, the girl shot and the quaffle went through the right hoop.

Good. After five years of playing Quidditch, it was the least thing that could happen.

Alright. Two down, one to go. Anna steered her broom to where she could fly back to the neato device. By this point, her normally black, gray, and scarlet uniform was snow white. Anna wasn't complaining, though. At least it was marshmallows and not troll bogeys or something. Eww. Anna watched the neato device expectedly, waiting for it to shoot a quaffle at her. When it did, she caught it and soared down the pitch. Once again, Anna tucked the quaffle close to her robes, but not so close that the goo on her uniform would get all over it. Right goal hoop, get ready!

Since the game would soon end, Anna took the opportunity to open her mouth and eat some more tasty marshmallow creme. Ahhh, heaven. She was so distracted with her snack that she nearly flew through the goal hoop herself! Stopping just in time, Anna chunked the quaffle right through the right goal hoop. Smiling, Anna few back down and landed in the red rectangle.

Vindictus handed Qaz a few damp towels. "These have been immersed in a cleaning solution that will take off the marshmallow goo," he said and pointed to a stack of dry towels that were on a table. "When you're done, toss the gooey towels into a pile underneath the table and grab a few to dry off with. Oh, and don't forget to wipe down the broom."

This was just too much fun! Clifford had always DREAMT about flying with marshmallows ever since that flying lesson a few terms back. SQUEE! Professor Vindictus was THE man.

The sixth flew around the pitch mouth opened wide as he tried to catch some of the smaller marshmallows. They were a good energy source and after a small, happy loop-the-loop, Clifford caught another of the bigger marshmallows they were supposed to be scoring with. The goo oozed out covering the front of his robes, but he hardly cared. He could lick it off later! YUP!

Swerving past his classmates, Clifford made his way back to the hoops for another shot. "Come on lucky marshmallow." He said, giving it a big smooch and consequently covering his face with goo. Licking his lips, he then aimed at the right hoop and punched the air proudly when it flopped through and left the hoop all sticky.

Cedric was now heading to the right so he could knock the quaffle thrown by the machine but he can't stop himself to eat the mallows.."Even if you're a mess right now you're so delicious.."Cedric said as his finger enter his mouth so he can eat the mallows...

"okay..this is a final.."Cedric said seriously then he saw that the quaffy waffy quaffle and he needs to shoot it in the hoop..."you..can enter...quaffy waffy quaffle.."Cedric said nastily and he dodged the quaffle..so fast..the quaffle enters the hoop.."Yes..one to go and I'm done with this.."Cedric said

Ana waited for the quaffle and when she came she flew to it and catched it. wow that was cool! It would be cool to play quidditch!
The marshmallonw thing missed her face for mm. Uff!
Ana flew to the hoop in the center and tossed the quaffle through it. Yeah her first goal!

She flew back to the second quaffle, but this time the marshmallow goop hit Ana right in the face Arghhhh! She cleaned it and was able to catch the quaffle. Once again she flew to the hoop, now the one on the left.

With her face and clothes full with the marshmallow goop she flew to the last round. Ana almost fell trying to catch the last quaffle but lucky she catch it and flew towards the right hoop. Yeah! She finished it.

Finally she flew to the red rectangle and started cleaning herself.

Sara flew back towards the quaffles and caught another easily. In the meantime, she was getting pelted with marshmallows and covered in cream, making her broom a little heavier then before. Struggling a little with the broom, she managed to reach the goalposts with a sigh of relief. "This is going to be harder each time" She thought to herself as she has use a little more force to maintain altitude.

She threw the quaffle at the center hoop, hoping her bad aim would let it go through the right hoop. No such luck this time and it sailed through in between the right and center hoop. She sighed and flew back try another again. She made through all the mess, but she was starting to pant now, as her broom was getting heavier by being covered in cream. She threw the quaffle at the right hoop and watched wide eyes and it made it through. This time in the correct one. "YES!" She exclaimed. "Another down! Woohoo!" She flew her struggling broom back for what would hopefully be her last try.

Lyra went back for her third quaffle and was hit in the chest with another glomping goo of stuffage. "Ewwwwwwwww!" She sighed heavily as she was secretly liking this but she was not going to let anyone else know she was having fun.

She waited for her quaffle and....thank goodness for the extra padding on the chest area; otherwise, that would have hurt. She pulled her broom in the direction of the goals as all she needed was the left side. She finally unstuck the quaffle from her chest and aimed it at the little goal.

FINAL SCOREEEEEE!

She was better at this than she thought she was...or maybe it was just she was lucky. She was going with lucky at the moment and maybe this summer, she could score some more goals when she and Christian played. When she finished, she flew under the shelter and grabbed a towel as the broom was now sticking to her robes.

Clifford was in such a gooey, sticky mess that he probably looked like a big flying marshmallow himself. There was marshmallow creme all over the school broom and all over his robes - it covered his face and it was all stuck in his hair.

... did he care though? NOPE! He was having the time of his lie up here! He didn't want it to ever end actually! Hehe.

Still, he had one more hoop to score and he was determined to get it. Heading back to the line of marshmallow fire, Clifford waited for the machine to pop another one out. Distracted by the small marshmallows that were flying around though, the sixth year missed his cue and recieved a giant marshmallow in the gut. OOOOF!

One hoop down, two to go. And hopefully she would not have to try two times per goal hoop to complete the task--she was not sure that there would be time for failure! Juniper nearly dropped her third Quaffle because of the slimy coating of marshmallow creme on her hands, but she managed to grip it firmly enough to be confident as she flew toward the center goal hoop.

She could do this. She knew she could. She was like the little red fire engine that could, right? If she thought she could hard enough... then she would! And then she would look back on this day in pride, and tell everybody that she succeeded just because she told herself to.

Or not.

After all, this was like Quidditch, and Quidditch was not luck. It was all skill and tactics. Skill she had, and she knew plenty of tactics, so that should be her golden ticket to success. The girl was just as confident--or perhaps more so--than the little engine that could, but then came an obstacle.

That giant wad of marshmallow which she had avoided earlier? That was stuck to her broom's tail, apparently. Juniper squeaked as her broom tipped slightly backward, nearly throwing her off-balance. She needed to get the giant marshmallow wad off her broom! She would be unable to fly otherwise! Settling for a zigzag pattern, Juniper heaved a sigh of relief when half of the wad detached itself from her broom and fell to the earth. Half of a giant marshmallow wad she could deal with, she was certain.

So with a heavy broom, a slimy, sticky Quaffle, and marshmallow in her ear and hair, Juniper sped toward the center hoop, the Quaffle poised to be thrown.

Steady... steady... throw!

Juniper threw the Quaffle at the last minute and swerved away from a near collision with the hoop. As the girl flew back to the center of the pitch, she glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the Quaffle glide through the center hoop. She was victorious!

Right hoop done = one down, two to go!

Zooming back to the real strange machine that was throwing Quaffles all over the place, she once again catched one. Or at least she certainly tried, because the second Willow raised her hand to catch one of the quaffles that was coming at her, she saw another one coming to her with great speed, and the only thing that she could think of was to stirr - which she did, and thankfully, she very narrowly avoided it.

Grunting, and licking the drops of marshmellow that had somehow fallen on her rosy lips, the girl finally got her hand around one of the red quaffles, kicked into fourth gear and after almost having crashed with one of the other students (she had no idea which one, as in that same moment three marshamellows fell on top of the quaffle, and thus managed to distract her) the fifth year once more reached the scoring area and . . .

. . . She did not score. Actually, she didn't even manage to throw shoot the quaffle, because thanks to all the creme that had fallen all over her, her hands were all sticky and the hand that was holding the quaffle, had basically adhered itself through it.

Perfect. Just perfect.

After a lot of struggling and grumbling at the quaffle and her hand from under her breath -and almost losing her balance in the process- Willow finally shot and saw as the red quaffle went through the left hoop with ease.

Grunt.

Now she had to score only one more time.

John wondered what they had to do once their broom and themselves were clean. "Professor do we just wait here now?" He asked as he finished cleaning the broom. "Oh and is this broom clean enough for you?" He wanted to make sure he had clean the broom to the Professors standers.

He headed back down the pitch after scoring his first goal. Right, so... he needed another quaffle. Copernicus wove around some of the major globs of marshmallow coming from the sky, although it was inevitable that a little streaked his arms and crusted his hair.

Ahead of him, Copernicus spotted a quaffle, and he reached out to grab it. Again, the quaffle stuck to his hand, and this time it was harder to get into his robes. Let's go for the middle ring this time... He leaned forward to head for the hoop at the far end of the pitch again.

Once there, the quaffle stuck to his robe, and he dropped it. Ugh. Swooping down, Cope grabbed up the quaffle again and immediately tossed it toward the center hoop. It hit the hoop, sliding along the rim and sitting there right in the middle. Ugh, sticky sticky quaffle. Did it count? Maybe someone would knock it through for him? He sped forward and hit the quaffle with his finger, tipping it over the edge.

Qaz managed to say 'Thank You, Professor. I appreciate it' while the tears were still streaming down her face.

She moved off a bit and started to wipe herself down. Luckily, the solution worked wonders. The marshmallow goo came right off. It took all of the towels but she managed to get it off, at least what she could reach. Her broom had a nice little sponge bath too. In fact, it looked better than it did before the Final had started. She must not have done a very good job after the last Quidditch match.

Qaz tossed the now dirty towels under the table and went for a couple of dry ones. Once she had dried herself and her broom off, she noticed that the tears were gone, too. Hopefully, nobody had seen them mixed in with all the goop.

Suffieciently recovered, she moved up and watched the others struggle, happy that her ordeal was over and feeling a lot of sympathy for those still out there.

Mouth open and head tipped back, Cela caught a particularly large drip of marshmallow goop and almost choked on it for her troubles. Oooooh but it tasted soooo goooooood! She twisted around and zoomed forward to catch another quaffle. Mmmmm. qua... no... mmmm marshmallows. Her broom was sluggish, weighed down with all the goop and stray mini-marshmallows caught in the tail twigs. Cela flew higher, trying to compensate for that and the goopy heavy quaffle. She used the weight of the broom to steady herself as she tossed the 3rd quaffle, it bounced slightly off the side of the right hand hoop but made it in. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Cela threw both hands in the air, whooping in marshmallowy delight, holding on to the broomstick with her knees. Catching some mini-marshmallows on her tongue, Cela got a good grip on her broom and headed to land in the rectangle before dismounting and running over to the shelter, licking her arms like a cat as she went.