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WHO Let The Dogs Out?
The stands overlooking the quidditch pitch were filled with red, gold, green, and silver. The spectators cheered as the Slytherin team flew out onto the pitch. However, the noise was almost nothing compared to the sounds that the other half of arena made as 7 players adorned in red flew onto the pitch. The Gryffindor muggleborns in the stands smiled secretively to one another, clearly planning something. Suddenly, Madam Hooch's whistle cut through the dying sounds. Both sides watched in anticipation as the two teams flew into the clear sky.
"And they're off!" Lee Jordan, the commentator of the match, crowed. "And Johnson catches the quaffle, passes it off to Bell. Intersected by Slytherin captain Flint! He's headed down the pitch, about to score… And Wood saves it! Back in Gryffindor's possession.."
The commentating was suddenly drowned out by the sound of stomping, coming from the Gryffindor stands. It slowly crescendoed, until it was even louder that the booing of a foul coming from the other stands. The muggleborn voices rose out of the noise.
"WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK YOU!" they chanted, yelling across the stadium to the other team's housemates. The purebloods looked around in confusion, while the Slytherin muggleborn and halfbloods quickly met at the bottom of the stands. The others looked down at them in confusion. It wasn't long before they had returned to their seats.
"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?" the Slytherins retaliated. The opposing team widened their eyes in shock. They quickly shook off their surprise and began chanting their chant louder still. Slytherin eyes narrowed, lips pulling into a scowl. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs watched in amazement as the two houses competed for the louder voice. They soon joined in, quickly choosing sides. Soon, almost the entire stadium was chanting.
"AND POTTER'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" Lee Jordan called out over the racket. The crowds immediately quieted down, only for a noise twice as loud to reign over the pitch. They all clambered down from the stands and surrounded the winning team, cheering.
All the while, a large, shaggy black dog had sat on a ridge overlooking the field. He turned away with a seemingly smug look on his face, with only one thought on his mind. WE let the dogs out.