.....

"That's IT, Black! Unhand that poor microphone!" McGonagall commanded shrilly.

"Unhand it to whom?" Sirius asked innocently.

McGonagall was briefly stumped, staring into the distance quizically while Slytherin scored another goal behind her.

"Well?"

"Me!" she snapped finally.

Sirius snorted. "Like you know anything about Quidditch."

"Black, you'd be surprised..."

FLASHBACK OF DOOM!

A Quaffle came racing across the field, racing toward the goal, racing toward her! She reached out her hands to stop it, and --

END FLASHBACK OF DOOM

"Wooohooo, oh Pro-fessss-or," Sirius said sing-songily as he waved his hand in front of her face.

"What?" McGonagall asked confusedly.

"You looked like you were having a flashback."

"Oh, did I?" she asked in a daze.

"Yep. You know how dangerous those can be. And meanwhile, Gryffindor scored another goal."

"Does the audience know that?" McGonagall asked, her voice regaining some of its usual firmness.

"Erm, no?"

"Get in that seat and tell them!"

"As you wish, Professor." Sirius couldn't quite hide his smirk. "After a goal scored on each side, the score is now--

"Give me that microphone, Black!" McGonagall hollered as the events of the past few minutes came back to her.

Sirius stood up and gestured graciously for her to sit down in the now-evacuated chair.

"The score is now 40 to 60, Slytherin leading," McGonagall said brusquely, shooting a glare at Sirius. "And Paul MacFarlane, of Gryffindor, takes the Quaffle, he passes to Norine Dolyniuk, but Becky Hemann of Slytherin intercepts! A bludger from March Dobbs hits Hemann in the back, and she drops the Quaffle! James Potter, coming up from below, takes the Quaffle, does a quick 180, and heads for the Slytherin -- do I smell smoke?" A giggle went up from the stands. McGonagall turned around to see that the hem of her robe was on fire. "BLACK!!!" she bellowed so loudly that a loud screech of feedback came from the microphone.

"No need to yell, Professor, I'm right here," Black said.

"If you're going to use foreshadowing, do it right!" McGonagall said, turning away from the mic and using a quick aguamente [check] charm to put out the fire. "Do I look like Professor Snape?"

Sirius pretended to consider this for a moment.

REMEMBER TO EXPLAIN/EMPHASIZE:

1. SIRIUS SICK

2. SYMMETRY -- SB AND MM BOTH PLAY/PLAYED GOALKEEPER