Chapter Fourteen- The Match
The rest of the day passed as normally as possible, with the Slytherins still caught in the prank. Not wanting to win the match by advantage, however, the prankers had made sure that the Slytherins would be back to normal by the match.
Once again the Slytherins hate their food that once again tasted funny.
Relief spread through the couples as the antidote took hidden in their lunches took effect, while confusion spread like a disease through the others. Boys looked down in shock to find themselves in the dresses and skirts of belly dancers, while girls looked down bewilderedly as they saw that they were wearing stained and dusty shirts and ripped baggy pants.
Once again laughter rippled through the Great Hall, this time at the looks of puzzlement that the Slytherins had on their faces.
After lunch, the entire school filed down to the Quidditch Pitch, talking merrily. (with the exception of they Slytherins, they looked extremely sulky and slightly murderous)
The stadium was filled with noise as the Gryffindor team stepped out onto the pitch. Thunderous applause and cheering was mixed with jeering and catcalls. Green and silver banners clashed with scarlet and gold ones. Boos and hissing rose from the Slytherins as Terry Jordan, the commentator, called out the names of the Gryffindor players.
"Wood, Lupin, Boot, Dion, Black, Calhoun, aaaannnndddd……Potter!"
The players smiled as the tumultuous applause swept over them.
Matt Woods stepped up and shook hands with Theodore Knott as Terry called the names of the Slytherin players with a definite drop in enthusiasm.
"Knott, Avery, Jenkins, Cokly, Carlisle, Durrwood, and…erm…what's that blokes name? Oh, yeah, right. And Lestrange."
Madam Hooch stepped out onto the field, holding the chest containing the quaffle, bludgers, and the snitch.
James and Sirius pumped each other on the back, grinning, while Remus looked like he might be sick, but that might just have been because the full moon was approaching.
Kyree Dion and Larissa Calhoun nervously bid each other good luck.
"I want a clean game, otherwise you can be sure you'll have a penalty before you can say 'Nimbus'." Madam Hooch said, glaring at both teams, but letting her gaze linger sternly on Avery, who was known for his outrageous fouls.
The players mounted their brooms as the whistle shrieked shrilly, kicking up at the same time.
"And it's Jenkins, Cokly, Durrwood, Avery, and…nice bludgers there by Black! Dion takes possession, passes to Calhoun, who passes to Lupin, then back to Calhoun, back to Lupin, back to Dion! Oh! Narrow miss there! Dion almost takes a bludgers to the head as she regains possession of the quaffle, passes to Lupin, aaaannnndddd……he scores! Ten nil to Gryffindor!"
The play resumed with Remus making two more scores, along with several from Kyree and Larissa. They were helped by Sirius, for every time on of the Slytherins got hold of the quaffle, he pelted a bludger at them, causing them to drop it.
"Oi! Black! Cut it out with the mad bludgers! I'm getting bored out of my socks back here!" Wood called, for it was true. Sirius, along with the three chasers, had prevented anything from even passing the half-way mark on the field.
"Righto chief!" Sirius yelled back, grinning cheekily.
"Hey! You lot! Our captain wants a bit of action! Let them at least shoot at the hoops once!" he exclaimed, passing on Matt's message.
"Okay, here they come!" Larissa said as she threw the quaffle straight at Brooke Jenkins, who squealed like a pig in her surprise, dropping it. Sirius rolled his eyes. How thick can you get? He thought, watching her in disgust. No wonder they never make it to our side of the pitch. Knott ended up catching the quaffle and he streaked towards Wood with a stupid glint in his eye.
Sirius took a seriously (a/n: no pun intended! Don't shoot me!) misaimed blow at the bludger nearest to him.
"Oh dear…I seem to have missed the bludger. Good heavens. Golly-gee-wiz. How will we ever survive." He said sarcastically, before turning to face James, who grinned and rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
"Dear Merlin, Sirius. You shall be the death of us." He said dryly.
Sirius grinned at zoomed off to join Jack Boot, who was pelting bludgers a everyone but Avery, who was hogging the quaffle.
James turned back to scanning the field for any sign of the little golden snitch. Slytherin's seeker, Lestrange, was doing the same.
After a few minutes, Gryffindor was still winning, 180-10. The only reason Slytherin had scored was because one of the beaters had hit Wood with a bludger when Madam Hooch wasn't looking, causing him to lose his breath, and allowing Stephen Carlisle to score.
James grinned as he spotted the snitch, then shot after it a split-second later.
It wasn't long before Lestrange tried to catch up with him and the little golden orb, but as James was a much better player, with an immensely better broom. They swooped, dived, and plummeted as the snitch beat its tiny little wings, trying to avid its would-be captors.
They continued the chase, until suddenly, it was over. James rose victoriously into the air, his fist clenched tightly the snitch.
The Gryffindors rose as one, cheering and applauding loudly.
They had won.
A/N: Woot woot, another chappie done! Im on a roll man! Not really, but w/e.