Diggle took Bay's place for this next turn in the fifth round of the game, facing Brown still. He concentrated on the red stone, assumed the position and shot. The shooter connected with the edge of the stone sending it whirling sideways and further up ahead. The blue stone was missed by Brown's shooter, on the other side.

Bay stepped up for Gryffindor again, and this time he got his focus back. Both houses' players grabbed their shooters and swung at the stones. Neither one of them hit, though. Botros let out a low groan, feeling the cold get to him, and gestured for them to try again.

Diggle seemed to be growing impatient, too, he took the shooter from Bay and gave it a reckless but lucky swing, sending the red stone hurtling forwards, closer to the blue stone, VERY close. Brown gave him a glare, clearly unhappy with the recklessness.

"Gryffindor gets this turn. Shoot again, come on, come on." Botros tried to get their attention back on the game. Less staring, more swinging.

Diggle and Bay were standing next to each other, arguing over the shooter. Diggle swung it towards the red stone without waiting for Bay to let go, causing it to flyyyy to the other side of the hall. Miss Brown allowed herself to laugh openly at them, having made a successful shot for Ravenclaw.

Botros rolled his eyes and pointed at one of the boys to go grab the item and return to shoot again. "Ravenclaw gets this turn's points."

Bay and Brown shot again at their stones. The Gryffindor shooter missed while the Ravenclaws got their stone moving further and much closer to the Jack Stone.

Bay switched with another player, miss Angel Valentine, for the next round. Brown stayed put where she was and took the shot along with her Gryffindor peer. The stones rolled forwards, the blue one staying in the lead.

"Ravenclaw g-gets the first w-win in this round." Botros teeth might or might not be r-r-rattling at this point.

Valentine and Brown stayed for the next turn, shooting at their stones again. Brown was shaking a little with the cold mist coming out as clouds from her mouth, she missed the stone while Valentine, with a luck hit, got her stone rolling.

Bay took the shooter from his housemate Valentine, and took a shot at his red stone. The stones seemed to roll smoothly now over the icy-board. Both stones slid further, though the blue one was still ahead.