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Author's Note: Hi everyone! Hope you have all had a good week :D This is the next chapter and it isn't very long so I'm sorry. It's a bit of a random chapter but the next one will be good! Thank you for the follows and reviews! Enjoy! :D
Chapter 16
The next morning, just as Chuck had predicted, nobody was talking about Triton and Sophie Sutherland anymore. It seemed they were old news and everyone was back to talking about the Quidditch.
All the team members were given pats on the back, cheers and praise from pretty much everyone in the school except the Syltherins who were glowering fiercely at every Hufflepuff they passed.
Studying for the upcoming NEWTs began to increase and we seventh years were all being forced to stay indoors and work.
For me, my NEWT marks were everything. My dream of being an Auror depended almost solely on those marks as the Auror Office looked pretty much only at how many NEWTs you got. If I didn't do exceptionally well on these NEWTs I wouldn't get into Auror training and although I knew I wasn't being sensible about it, I didn't really have a plan B.
Everything else was forgotten, even quidditch I must admit, as I practised spells and charms, perfected the art of writing a potions essay in a matter of hours, was able to transfigure just about anything I could think of and was able to recite almost my entire Care of Magical Creatures textbook.
Phillips and Chuck were a little more concerned about Hufflepuff's chances of winning the House and Quidditch Cups.
They both heartily agreed that they were so lucky that they had already played their last match and didn't have to worry about practising. They wouldn't have had much time to fit in both studying and quidditch.
When the last match of the season, between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, came around everyone was nervous. This game would determine the winner of the Quidditch Cup.
Although on any other day we Hufflepuffs would have supported Gryffindor over Ravenclaw in a heartbeat, on this occasion we really needed Ravenclaw to win. If Gryffindor did not score any points but caught the snitch and earned the one hundred and fifty points then Hufflepuff would be ahead of Gryffindor by less than seventy points.
The perfect situation would be where no one scored any points and Ravenclaw managed to get the snitch. Then Hufflepuff would win the Cup.
Of course, it being just our luck, the brilliant Gryffindor team with Charlie Weasley as their determined captain, won the tension-filled match.
But, it seemed fate smiled on us because just as Phillips furiously began to count the points to see whether we had managed to win the cup, Dumbledore's loud voice interrupted the Gryffindor's loud celebrating to announce that Hufflepuff had won the Quidditch Cup.
The screams and cheers from the Hufflepuff side of the stands erupted and didn't stop. Not while the team rushed down to the field where Dumbledore stood with the cup, certainly not when a sobbing Phillips raised the cup triumphantly into the air and passed it around, not while the Hufflepuffs made their way up to the castle and into the common room which was quickly stocked with the necessities for a night-long party, and not even when Sprout came down to the common room at two AM to tell us that we really did have to go to sleep.
Instead we laughed, cheered even more, turned up the blaring music and ignored her futile attempts to persuade, order and beg us to go to our beds.
The next morning most of the Hufflepuffs missed breakfast and only turned up for lunch. Some of us older students were nursing small hangovers thanks to the innocently naïve house elves in the kitchen who had been more than willing to give a metamorphmasised Snape-me some firewhiskey which I in turn passed around to the sixth and seventh years (of course making sure that none of the younger years got any).
The celebrations continued for a least another week and a half, especially among the Chuck, Phillips and I who had been dreaming of this time since our last defeat the previous year.
The only thing that brought us all back down to earth was the awful truth that exams were little less than two weeks away and there was still so much to learn, revise, practise, memorise and make sure you retained the information just long enough to get the mark you wanted (or my case needed!).
A/N: We're finally getting somewhere so I hope you'll keeping reading!- CvZ