Dang Slytherin was off to a pretty good start. She kind of liked there green and silver colors they looked so pretty together. She made her a cup of hot coco and sipped on it,

She knew that she would tryout of her house no matter where she got sorted into. She hoped it would be Gryffindor she would have to come again when they played. Oh there was someone talking to her? He was older. Maybe he was a Professor that's great get in good with the Professors first.

"Yes, its good so fa, right?" She looked out at him and smiled. Awww his teeth were chattering. "You want a cup I've got plenty?" Offering him an empty cup, and if he wanted it she would fill it up for him.

He was watching as the quaffle went again and zoomed his eyes around. He was so exhausted watching this already. Good thing he brought beansprouts to munch on for a great snack. Pulling them out of his pajama pant pocket he stuck some in his mouth just as it was his turn. Swallowing hard he took the mic from umm Mika? "Bart" That was about the only greeting anyone would get while quidditch was in front of them boy.

"Wow like I said before tough match up today folks. Looks like these keepers need to pick up the pace if someone is going to not score here. Bayliss seems mad for missing that shot and throws the quaffle at Brown back into play. Brown takes it and zooms ahead. Zipping through the green to get past them. Odessa seems to be on her tail again, She tosses to BRYNNY.. BRYNNY ZOOMS DOWN.. I BET SHE SCORES LOOK AT BEST FRIEND GO!! She seems to be headed straight for Stark and Newell.. STARK YOU DON'T GO NEAR HERE I'VE READ ABOUT YOU IN THAT PAPER! Brynny tosses to Captain Mo, Captain Mo gets away from them all and he shoots and it looks like Kinsley isn't going to let that pass at all. No goal and the score stays 10-10.

He tosses the ball back in to Stark, Stark zooms down the pitch. He looks super fast, but those beaters are coming strong. He better look out they have their bats up, do they know that's a quaffle not a bludger?"

Bart squinted were his eyes that bad, crickey he couldn't tell which ball was which.

" Oh wait there is a bludger going right near Stark, but it looks like Stark is going to pass the Quaffle. He tosses it and oh wait it collides with the bludger and fall to the ground. Guess they'll have to start that over, but the bludger is still loose and the beaters are after it. Barton slams the bludger and it's going high, higher did he hit it for the clouds. NO.. HE KNEW EXACTLY WHERE HE WAS HITTING IT. LOOKS LIKE SEEKER FERRIER WAS THE TARGET AND SHE'S BEEN HIT. IN.. THE SHOULDER... That's going to hurt.

ANYONE SEE THAT QUAFFLE AGAIN? Looks like Tyner might need some glasses or a cane down there searching for it. Oh wait no worries she found it."

He handed the mic over to Mika.. Her turn for now he needed more beansprouts.

Eyes back on the pitch, the astronomer was finding that everything was turning into one big blurr. Couldn't they fly closer to the stands and make it easier to see? He appeared to have forgotten his binoculars today as well.

SWEET SOLSTICE! What was that loud noise?! Did Mr. Bart have to screech like a harpy into the microphone? He could literally feel his eardrums vibrating and he was positive that the noise was also causing his brain to rattle a bit.

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Dang Slytherin was off to a pretty good start. She kind of liked there green and silver colors they looked so pretty together. She made her a cup of hot coco and sipped on it,

She knew that she would tryout of her house no matter where she got sorted into. She hoped it would be Gryffindor she would have to come again when they played. Oh there was someone talking to her? He was older. Maybe he was a Professor that's great get in good with the Professors first.

"Yes, its good so fa, right?" She looked out at him and smiled. Awww his teeth were chattering. "You want a cup I've got plenty?" Offering him an empty cup, and if he wanted it she would fill it up for him.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" he asked the girl, not realizing that he was shouting at her. A crup? No, he did not want one of those. Never would. Or so he had himself convinced. Why was she handing him a cup? "IS THERE SOMETHING TO PUT IN THIS CUP?"

It was Ella! The little first year couldn't help but smile at older as she'd said hello to her! She gave her a slow wave after she had done towards her. Wait, what was she doing? It looked like she was waving someone over towards her to sit by her. Was she gesturing that towards Josette? NO, she couldn't possibly. Ella was probably doing that towards one of her friends who were probably right behind Josette, right?

...

She looked around briefly just to make sure, until she looked back towards Ella and pointed her finger at her chest. Kind of repeating what she'd done in the kitchen, she softly mouthed the words, 'Me?' She hesitated for a moment until she started making her way through the stands towards Ella. While doing so, she'd heard the loud person on the microphone shout again, somebody from Slytherin had scored again. DRATS! WAIT, DID SOMEONE IN BLUE ROBES JUST SCORE TOO?! She managed to make it beside the older blonde and she waved a little bit again. Josette smiled before saying, "Hi Ella.." Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, it was soooo cold!

It was coooooold. Beverly was shivering and almost didn't feel the tap on her shoulder. Turning her head enough to see who had tapped her, she grinned timidly at the guy. She was still getting used to interacting with people. It definitely made easier when they interacted with her first, but she couldn't help feel nervous that she'd say the wrong thing and scare them away. This guy though, she's seen him around the common room.

Glancing around she noticed he was right, but a few more were emerging. "Makes us true snakes," she said, raising a tiny, trembling fist. Hiiiiisssss. They were awesome for being first.



OH MY MERLIN. Airey was sitting with her them. Grouchy mood gone.

"It's fine, professor. How are you?" she asked in small voice and a bashful grin. His back hasn't gotten stuck again, has it? Hopefully not. It was probably a good thing her cheeks were already flushed because of the cold. No need to worry about being a blushing snake in the stands. Heh.

Hold up. Cheers? Them?

Ha. Well. No.

Turning toward the Slytherin guy (Terry) she raised her eyebrows like: Do you have a cheer? She didn't want to disappoint Airey and the guy might know a cheer seeing as he seemed comfortable enough to pass as a Hogwarts resident longer than her. She's never cheered in her life!

Just then the game started and green and blue took the pitch. This was exciting. Really exciting. Maybe she did want to cheer.

Head Boyfriend was an awesome nickname. He was keeping it.

... Yeah. Grins were returned, too. "Hey, Head Girlfriend! You look great, you know," Glasses and all. Which he had questions about, by the way. Lots of them that... he'd ask later. "Well... yeah! I wouldn't miss a Quidditch match." And did she SEE who else was here? CURLY. This made the match even more exciting, yeah?

"You want some hot chocolate?" he asked, holding out the flask to her. ... Pause. "Or a hug?" Both would be given before--

...

The MATCH!

... Which Mika was commentating? Along with Bart? Odd pairing, that was. Did they know each other? And more specifically, did they realise just how LOUD everything was? Giving them a small smile, the seventh year turned his attention towards the grounds and the match instead. He could deal with the loudness. Yeah. Plus there was a match going on so... "COME ON, NIGEL! YOU CAN BEAT THOSE BLUDGERS!" With his puns. But Barton wasn't bad. He also knew a lot about prank products, as Alec remembered from that one summer they had bumped into each other.

... And... Barton knew what the first rule in the Beater's bible was. Alec grimaced when the Bludger made contact with Derry's shoulder. That... didn't look like it was fun to receive. No.

... What... was Mordred doing here? Alec was... confused. Here to support his old house? Or here to see someone? Smiling, the eighteen year old waved over at him, contemplating on whether to say something or not. His hair looked good, did he know? Alec approved.

Even though she hadn't made the Quidditch team this year Ana had decided to drag herself to the Pitch to watch the game. She was a little bit late but she was sure that didn't matter. She could hear the announcements perfectly well before she even reached the stands so it seemed that Slytherin was off to a pretty good start.

GO TEAM!

She jogged up the steps to the stands and carefully walked by a few people so that she could find a seat to watch the match. Hopefully she'd be watching her house thrash Ravenclaw. Nothing against any Ravenclaws but she was here to see her House win, pride and all.

Emmylou felt uncomfortable in what she was wearing, as soon as her roommates found out she was going to a Quidditch mat they thought up the great idea to have her wear a skirt. Emmy didn't want to wear a skirt to a Quidditch match, she just wanted boots, jeans and a jacket, she didn't want to look like she was going on a date, she didn't have anyone to impress, she just wanted to be a normal almost thirteen year old. She really wished her roommates were guys just for makeover reasons.

But this make up, this make up was bugging her. Emmylou shoot her head and focused on the match, she kind of understood Quidditch but she surely didn't grow up on the wizarding sport, she was used to Muggle sports. Maybe someone would help her understand this fully, like what the positions were. Emmylou shrugged with a smile and walked around the stands trying to find some place to sit or at least make new friends. Emmy wondered who she would root for. What team would be better or should she just wait to see who the winner was and say she was rooting for them all along.

”Hi Bart” Mika smiled over to the younger boy. He seemed like he was into the game. Good thing. They needed dedicated commentators. Oh wow…she couldn’t help but laugh when the quaffle hit the bludger all boom-crack-fall. Awesome.

”Stark has the quaffle again! He tucks down the field and passes over to Sophie Newell who drops it down to Odessa.” she grinned and watched as Odessa zipped down the field. ”Odessa turns to make a shot – wait…is he facing backwards? He SHOOTS and scores? Really without looking! Slytherin with the goal!”

As she watched the goal take place she noticed some gold. It must have been a trick of her eyes.

It really felt like forever since Elise been at Hogwarts, even though she had only graduated the previous year. She kind of missed playing for her house. The motivation was a little different than what she was doing now. No matter, though, since she was here now to cheer for her house and with her most prized possession in her left hand. Her bat, obviously.

Why was it that she was almost always late for these things? Slipping in mostly unnoticed, she plonked herself onto a random empty seat and watched. Did she ever mention that actually watching a Quidditch game was really strange? Merlin, she preferred playing but it was a little hard to focus on cheering for Mo and Ravenclaw if she was too busy protecting their fragile skulls from oncoming bludgers.

So Elise decided that she would settle for cheering particularly loudly every time Ravenclaw scored or blocked or hit a bludger. Oh, and she also waved her bat around and may or may not have hit someone in the gut.

"YEAH, NIGEL! TAKE OUT THE SEEKER!"

Cough.

Bart looked around the stands it seemed like many people were there. He waved at a few and looked back at the match. What awesomeness was going on.

He nodded at the girl as she handed the mic back over. She did know she could talk more, but taking some time he needed the mic. "HEY EVERYONE DID YOU SEE WADE HERE!! LOOK IT'S MY STEP BROTHER AND WELL HIS GIRLFRIEND!! HEY INDY EMMYLOU WHO THEY GAVE ME A MICROPHONE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!!

He was laughing as his eyes went back to the match and what a time to look at the pitch. "The quaffle is back into play and Captain Mo has it going down the pitch. He looks like he's playing bumper brooms with Newell, back and forth and back and forth. He tossed the quaffle to Awesome Brown, but looks like Merivel has a game of her own and tips the quaffle with her bat, but look at that BRYNNY HAS THE QUAFFLE.. TAKE THAT SNAKES! I mean.. Brynny goes down the pitch. She zooms past Stark and Odess, LOOK OUT FOR ADAMS BAT and she gets past it. She looks like she is going to shoot and SHE SCORES!! THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND.. SHE SCORED!!!

He dropped the mic as he jumped and cheered for his best friend, but soon stopped, "OWWWWW MY BACK!!" he grabbed his lower back to much jumping and sat back down. "You take it for a bit Mika" He needed water or something.

Cinnamon looked at the man very confused. And why was he yelling at her. Did he not here her or something. The man was old but not as old as Nana. It must have been his age because he really wasn't that old mixed with the noises of the match. Maybe if she talked to him at the same volume she talked to Nan he could understand her.

"Do you want a cup of hot chocolate?" She smiled and flapped the packet of hot coco at him. "Are you a professor?" She asked his as she mixed up the hot coco because yeah who turns down hot coco? "I'm Cinnamon. Cinnamon Bayless!" She smiled and handed him the now full cup.

Oh, she looked a little nervous. Was Terry scary? He was pretty sure he was a friendly polite person, no-one to be worried about. He offered her a friendly smile as she replied to him. "Of course we are" he chuckled, knowing fully well that he was proud to be a snake. "Nothing like a bit of house pride, right?" He was unsure when he was first sorted into Slytherin but he had grown to absolutely love his house and he wouldn't change it for the world.

He tilted his head slightly as he could see her fist trembling. The seventeen year old was quite lucky in that he didn't feel the cold that often. It was only when it was snowing that he really felt it. "Do you want to borrow my jacket?" he offered, concerned that she would end up with hypothermia if she didn't add in any more layers. "I'm Terry by the way. Or Terence if you want my old man name. Apt seeing as a lot of us are going gray" he chuckled, although the last part was a bit of a concern.

His attention was briefly drawn away by Alec who had grinned in his direction. He gave him a 'sup' nod and a smile back. He'd miss that guy when he graduated. It was a shame since he was friendly with a lot of the sixth years and they'd only lose a few from their group. "Hey" he called back but watched as he joined Ella and a few others he wasn't familiar with.

And then along came Flamsteed. The sixth year smiled and nodded in agreement with the girl, whom he now knew had the surname Wayne, that it was okay for him to sit with them. "Sure" he added before listening to his next statement. Cheers? Heh. No.

"I haven't got one in my head right now but I'm sure between us we'd be able to come up with one." He was just going to cheer when his mates scored. Or the team as a whole but more so when West scored or Theo blocked a goal. Which had just happened. YES!

Josephina made her way to the stands to watch the first match of the term. It wasn't her house playing, but that didn't mean she shouldn't be supportive, right? She pretty much didn't care who won - though half of her did lean towards Ravenclaw for family reasons mostly.

Quietly, she observed the players on the pitch, noting how they seemed quite evenly matched out there.


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Chloe was torn. Okay, not really. Because neither one of her besties were playing in today's match despite it being each of their houses. If one of them were playing she would have been in total favor of their house winning. But seeing as neither Grace nor Hayley were flying today, she was indifferent towards which house won.

Instead she looked for them in the stands. Because they would be watching, even if they weren't playing, right?!

Did he have to make her blush? Alec knew how she felt about that, right? The blonde did her best to ignore her burning cheeks and smiled wider instead. "Thanks. You look cozy, y'know." And huggable. "I know. I wouldn't either. Well, not if I can help it." They'd met properly at a match, remember? That thought made her smile even more and she looked down, fiddling with her mittens. That had been a long time ago.

Did someone say hot chocolate? Green eyes found grey-blue ones and she nodded enthusiastically. Or, she would have if the first nod hadn't hurt her neck so much. "Please." To the hot chocolate. Hugs too? Grabby hands for you, Summers. Hugs would definitely be appreciated.

Back to the game, Ella winced when Derry took a hit to the shoulder. She knew the rule and all but it didn't mean she had to like that particular aspect of Quidditch. Boyfriend being a seeker and all, she'd prefer people not try and knock him off his broom. It was just a thing for her. She just hoped the red headed seeker was okay. She was tough, Derry was. Ella had no doubt she'd come back fighting.

And Josie was wondering if Ella had been waving to her? The blonde smiled softly and nodded her head. Yes, you. They were friends now, yeah? That meant she was welcome to sit with the Head Girl whenever she wanted.When she finally joined her, the eighteen year old scooted to make a bit more room and grinned at the younger girl. "Hey, Josie! How are you?" And Ella was pleased that she was a Quidditch fan, did she know?

...

....

Was that Mordred?! Ella's green eyes focused on the older boy, observing him curiously. He looked different but that hair. She'd know that hair anywhere. Hair Boy seemed to have returned. Did Soph know about this or was it a surprise? If it was a surprise, she was going to flip and Ella certainly didn't want to miss the look on her face. Hopefully she showed up soon. Until then, "Oi, your hair is blocking my view!" Heh. Kidding, of course but what better way to greet Sir Mordred, King of Hair?

And speaking of nice hair, was that Elise too? Merlin, Hogwarts graduate overlaod. Ella smiled at the older girl and tried not to frown at her cheering and waved. "Hey Elise!"

And Derry had come back just like she thought she would, catching the snitch and all. Ella clapped. Clapped for Mo too because he was playing brilliantly for Ravenclaw. Lots of clapping all around.

And hey, there was a Hadley. "Hello, Professor!" And Head of House person. And Merlin, all this talking was leaving her out of breath. The blonde placed her hands on her knees and looked down at the ground, trying to catch her breath.

Did she have to look? Watching her former teammates fly around was like watching a bulldog with its head out of the window. All flapping skin and well…wrinkles? ”Anyone else feel like we’re watching a geriatric advert right now?” She muttered into the microphone as she looked at all the old young people…seriously they were what ranging from first to seventh years and some of them looked like they could fit into an old folks home and not be noticed by the locals.

”Back to the game….Odessa with the Quaffle – he passes to Stark who fumbles the ball” seriously what was with the fumbling did the teams needs extra warm gloves? [siz=5]”The old looking Sophie Newell – seriously what is with the wrinkles? She goes to score and Vesper Bayliss – who doesn’t look old like most of her team mates…. with the save! And look the snitch!”[/size] she grinned.

”Both Aidan Stone and are flying after the snitch – Stone reaches and misses its just out of his grasp! Derry even with her sore shoulder reaches and snatches up the snitch! Good job Derry!” she grinned.

The first snitch of the game!

”The Geriatric Ravenclaw team is off with the Quaffle, Rhys-Davies is the first to it she passes to just-as-wrinkled Mo Branxton…seriously wrinkles aren’t your thing dear,” she muttered into the microphone and exhaled. ”Branxton lines up a shot, he shoots and scores Kinsley just moments away from making a save – sorry Kinsley better luck next time.”

"ELISE!" Mika squealed away from the mic and waved to her former Captain. Right back to the game.

"Chloeeeee." The first year beamed, as she practically hopped over to her best friend. Her ankle was hurting today. Like really hurting. She was glad she wasn't having to play today. That would have been bad. Though she was kind of sad about not playing. But now she could totally watch the game, and see how her team worked. That was good right? So that she'd be able to fit in when they started practices again.

"You're supporting slytherin right?" THe girl practically yelled at her best friend. She couldn't hear herself that well, so she didn't really know that she was shouting.

Oh this certainly was an exciting match! He had to give some props to Mr. Barrington for that strike and well aimed bludger. Aiming for the opponent's Seeker was always a wise move. But it didn't seem to faze the red headed Slytherin any as she caught the first snitch of the match!

Which also meant in all the excitement that he had entirely missed Miss Wayne's question about his current condition.

"Alright, Miss Wayne, after a capture like that there must be some cheering done soooooo....on your feet. The both of you." That meant you too, Mr. Bradley. He would stand too but, too much effort and fumbling around with his cane.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRR IT WAS COLD.

Hey...that gave him an idea...

"I saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaid BURRR it's cold out here! There must be some Snakes in the atmosphere!" he cheered while banging his cane against the floor of the stands.

Well, dementors would be a more accurate word, but he was seriously hoping that such a thing would not occur again.

He glanced at the two Slytherins expectantly. Well, go on now. Show that house spirit!

OH HOT CHOCOLATE! "I would INDEED!" he exclaimed to the cup offering girl. He had to admit he was a little disappointed that she did not just have an unusually hobby of collecting cups. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Bayless. Professor Flamsteed, I teach Astronomy here at Hogwarts," he said as he accepted the nice warm and delicious cup of warmth and happiness.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARM HOT CHOOOOOOOOCOLATE.

He took a sip and didn't even mind that it burned his tongue. Warmed up the insides real nice.

AND WHY WAS SHE SHOUTING INTO THE MICROPHONE LIKE THAT!? Sweet solstice his ears were bleeding. They had to be. Ouchie. What about generic Ravenclaws? What?

Mordred crossed his arms as he kept his eyes above. “Come on Snakes…get those points.” The game, he had to admit was an exciting one. The players from both teams are good, but his loyalty and support is still with his old house—Slytherin. Ooooh…was that a bludger hit? Mordred winced and brushed his hair. That will definitely produce a nasty black and blue on her shoulder. Kudos to her though, she didn’t fall or anything.

The only thing irritating in intense games were the spectators making way through the stands. The former Slytherin moved backwards to let a girl who looked a lot like Chloe pass.

Wait…what? Mordred did a double take and followed the girl with his eyes. She looked young though…around 15 to 16. “She can’t be Chloe. Chloe’s old.” Like him. He just turned 20 a few days ago…and…Sophie forgot his birthday. Hmp.

Mordred peeled his eyes away from Chloe’s doppelganger and saw a familiar face…and hair. Alec! Mordred grinned at the Badger and waved back. Alec was there…which meant Ella was nearby…which meant Sophie was there too. Err.. yeah, Ella was too close for he didn’t miss her greeting. Mordred waved at her too and a bonus salute. Was his hair that awesome? But, wait. Hold on…where is Sophie??? The former Slytherin did a full turn to face their group and searched for his girlfriend’s face. That face should stand out, you know.

Nope. No Sophie. So! Back to the game.

Blink. Her name? BLUSH. Blink.

Well not just anyone called her Emmylou Who, she knew who it was, it was Bart! Emmylou looked to where the commentators were, it really want Bart and he didn't just say her name it sounded like a yell. Emmy waved and yelled back to him. "HEEEEY BARTMAN!! NICE COMMENTATING!!" she smiled, a part of her thought that giving Bart a microphone was a bad idea and made her eyes focus back on the game, hey she had met that girl before. OH MY GOSH! Emmylou started to jump up and down, she scored, she scored!!

"GO BLUE TEAM, WOOOOO!!"

Delilah slowly sipped at her hot chocolate. See, this felt good. It was SO cold and this was just what she needed to keep herself warm. The girl smiled politely and waved at Alec, Ella and a few students who passed her by before her attention was directed back to the game. C'mon, Slytherins. Not that she had anything against the Ravenclaws.. But, pretty boys. Hmmm.

.. And then she started to laugh at Bart's VERY lOUD commentary. That boy was hilarious. Annoying mostly but right now, quite entertaining.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Delilah cheered.

Josette felt pretty relieved when she found out that Ella was in fact talking to her. So one could definitely say that that had already helped the first year to calm down. Her blue eyes fixated on the game she gasped when she'd seen Aidan catch the snitch for their team! Not only that, that girl; Vesper was it; had blocked a shot by Slytherin! Without meaning to, her voice rang throughout the stands, "GO RAVENCLAWS!" Quickly clasping her hands over her mouth, it wasn't too long until her face was beginning to redden almost immediately.

Her teammates were playing so amazingly! She even had to admit that the green players were very fast too! It actually made Josette a little envious that she couldn't be out there with her team playing. Perhaps she'd get the chance at another match maybe? OH wait, Ella was talking to her. Peeling her eyes away from the match she felt a chill go up her spine before answering the older girl, "Cold...But I'm excited to support my teammates." Josette then asked, "H-How are you..Ellaphant?" She smiled as she used Ella's nickname, hoping she didn't mind that she'd used it now.

Oh look! There was her Head Girl! Of course the former captain would be out here, even if she wasn't playing; the girl was a quidditch advocate even if she wasn't interested in pursuing it post-graduation. "Hellooo Ella!!" Hadley waved back to the seventh year. OH MERLIN! Her eyes bulged slightly as she watched her prefect. "Are you okayyy?" Hadley squeaked, worriedly. Like did she need Tillstorm or something? The girl was an athlete; this wasn't normal.


And there was one bestie at least! Who was ... hopping? "Gracieee!" Chloe squealed, pleased at least one of her friends was here. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" Because she knew something was wrong, judging from her young friend's expression; slytherin pride couldn't hide that much.

Chloe bit her lip at that question. "Why are you shouting?" she asked in a normal tone. Seriously, what was up with her peers these days? "BUT ... I'm supporting both! I mean, Hayley." She liked that friend too. See this is why they should've all been Hufflepuffs together.

Bart was feeling warm for some reason. Was it warm out here all of the sudden or was it all his yelling. He scratched his beard and felt the top of his bald head. It felt cold, maybe he should have a hat on. He reached down and pulled out his cap putting it on his head. Listening to the girl beside him he squinted at the teams. Wow they were old weren't they.

"They might look old Mika, but those Claws are fast! Speaking of fast looks like Odessa has the quaffle, he zooms past Captain Mo, sends and elbow at Brynny. HEY DON'T YOU ELBOW HER! He keeps going, but it looks like Barrington wants a piece of him. Odessa tosses to Newell. She takes off, hey she was that girl that threw jump ropes at me. I'm glad she looks old. I mean she takes the Quaffle down and throws it to Stark. Stark turns and fires it towards Bayliss, Bayliss misses and Stark scores! Slytherins are up 70-30, maybe the oldness is hurting this team.

Hey Professor Flamedude these stands are a little quiet.. Maybe you should get some dances going. WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY??


OH WAIT! The beaters are charging each other. I don't think they like all the attention going to the chasers. They want in on the actions. Marviel swings and hits Barrington's bat they both miss. It looks like it's going to be a fight against Adams and Barton. Maybe if she gave him brownies he'd let up and let her hit it. Adam's swings and missed. The bludger slams into her broom just to be smug it looks like before it goes off after a chaser.


THERE IS A SNITCH.. DO YOU SEE IT.. RIGHT THERE.... The seekers are zooming around. THERE COMING ARE WAY!! ON THE GROUND PEOPLE. They are getting closer. WATCH OUT PROFESSORS!! Someone obviously wanted to hit them AND IT WAS NOT ME FOR THE RECORD!!

ANYWHO looks like STONE HAS THE SNITCH! CLAWS HAVE A SNITCH. Oh and yeah looks like Kinsley was watching the snitch and totally missed the quaffle zooming past him.

He looked up at the professors excited concerned to see if one of them got hurt.

Aaaaand she was late! Of course she was. It wasn't a Hufflepuff game so she didn't know when the players left the Common Room and was reminded of the match time. It was only when she saw the Hufflepuff Common Room empty that she remembered that a game was happening that day, so she put on an extra coat and went out.

There she waaas! Ohai, Ella! Sophie could easily spot her best friend because of the blonde hair. Or maybe it was just because she was her best friend. Anyway, the point was, Sophie easily spotted Ella, so she made her way to where the other badger was with her boyfriend. "Hi there!!" She grinned at Ella when she finally reached them. "How is it?" She asked looking up at the field as the players zoomed around above their heads.