This was originally a Language poem type thing with prepositions. I like it, well, not really, but oh well.


On the Quidditch field,
Between the goal posts,
Through the air it races,
Dodging Bludgers and Seekers,
Until it is caught,
By the Slytherin Seeker,
The elusive Golden Snitch.


Well? Whaddaya think? Hee hee I bet we all know who that Slytherin Seeker is. Read/Review!!!