It had been a long week for everybody. Teachers were constantly talking about NEWTs in class and assigning endless essays for outside of class. And Harry was fresh out of the hospital wing, of course. Hagrid had finally found an animal for Care of Magical Creatures that didn't automatically bond with Harry.
The Gryffindor quidditch captain knew that the final game against Slytherin being one week away didn't help the stress levels of his teammates, but he thought that his team, like him, would be calmed by being up in the air outside of the pressure of a game. Alas, he was wrong.
The team had been flying for an hour. First they had run some drills - formations and the like. Then Harry had them start a mock game with the chasers, Ginny Weasley, Katie Bell, and Demelza Robins, trying to make goals, the keeper, Ron Weasley, trying to stop them, and the beaters, Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote, helping the keeper. This went relatively well until Katie made a goal on Ron and Ron called foul.
"You were totally blatching on that goal! I thought we were playing Slytherin, not turning into them," Ron shouted.
"Blatching is our only option when you keep flacking," she responded.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to flack if the three of you stopped haversacking." Harry decided to ground everyone before this got out of hand.
"Everybody on the ground," he said as hear neared the group. "Beaters, keep an eye on the bludgers. Try and catch them if you can. We are done in the air for today." Jimmy and Ritchie began watching for the bludgers. Ron, Katie, and Demelza took that as their cue to head for the showers. Only Ginny heard the anger in his voice. "You three get back here," Harry yelled at the three backs, his anger becoming obvious. "I said we were done in the air. We are far from done for the day."
Once Jimmy and Ritchie had caught the bludgers and the team was standing in a circle in the middle of the pitch, Harry told everyone to sit. "How do you expect us to beat Slytherin if we keep fighting with each other?"
"He accused me of blatching and haversacking. I'm not going to stand there and take it. I won't let him save himself by lying about me when he can't save a simple goal," Katie responded. When she crossed her arms like a pouting child, Harry didn't know whether to laugh or glare.
"I only accused her of haversacking when she accused me of flacking," Ron shouted before Harry could respond.
"Maybe I wouldn't have accused you have flacking if you hadn't said I was blatching," Katie yelled, turning to face Ron.
"But you were blatching," Ron whined.
"STOP!" Harry had to stop them before they started hexing each other. "Ron, you are a keeper. Katie is a chaser. Keepers block the goals. Chasers fly towards them. Unless you leave the goal area, no matter what anybody does, it is going to look like blatching."
"I know that, Harry," Ron began. "But this wasn't just chasing. She really was blatching, flying straight at me."
"Maybe if you had moved out of the way…" Katie suggested.
"But then you would have scored!"
"I scored anyways!"
"Because you were blatching!"
"Fodio," Katie yelled, sending a stinging hex at the red head.
'This is why keepers can't call fouls,' Harry thought as he walked away with Ginny, Demelza, Jimmy, and Ritchie following close behind.