A/N: Yep, it's yet another update.
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Chapter twelve - A Quidditch Game
As November began the weather turned almost unnaturally cold and every morning they awoke to find frost on the grounds.
Every day the gamekeeper, Hagrid, could be seen defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch, whilst the teams increased their practises. The Quidditch season had begun.
On Saturday, Ben, Blaise and Draco would each be playing in their first proper Quidditch match: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. If the Gryffindors won then they would be second place in the Quidditch cup behind Slytherin, but if Slytherin won, they would be able to increase the gap between the points even further.
As each day passed the three of them became more and more confident that they were going to win as their team mate's attitudes rubbed off o them, but Ben couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous.
On the Friday the Slytherin common room was incredibly noisy. Flint eventually stood up to make a short speech, in an attempt to make them be quiet so he could attempt to get together a game plan.
"Now as everybody know," he said loudly. "We have the only first years on the team in over a century. This means that they are tremendous players, I myself agree with this, even though I hate to admit it. Now in order for the team, including them to play their best they must have a game plan, and with you lot yammering on I can't get one together! SO SHUT IT!"
Once he gave that speech the noise level decreased considerably for a few seconds before each yelling loudly to one another to annoy their Quidditch captain further.
"I'm going to bed," called Ben to Blaise and Draco over the noise. "It's too noisy in here!"
Slowly Ben made his way across the common room and to his dorm. He quickly put away the easy piece of potions essay he had been doing (Describe why it is important to put ingredients in potions in the correct order and the consequences of doing otherwise) in his truck, changed into his pyjamas and almost instantaneously fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning was bright but cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the sound of students chattering about the match.
As Ben sat down at the Slytherin table the following morning he suddenly felt immensely queasy. In less than an hour he would be walking out on to the Quidditch pitch.
He noticed neither Blaise nor Draco had colour on their faces either, nor were they eating a thing.
By eleven the entire school was out in the stands, and many people had binoculars or ominoculars with them.
Down in the changing rooms Ben and the others were changing into their green robes.
Flint cleared his throat for silence.
"Okay, this year we are going to win... again. The game plan is for Me, Malfoy and Zabini to school as many goals as possible, Blatcher to block all of their goals, Fiche and Hivis to try and knock them off their brooms with the bludgers - or bats, just make sure if you use them you aren't seen - and Hunt to catch the snitch once you see it and stay out of the way 'til then. To cut a long story short - win!"
Flint glared at them when he said the final word of his speech, as if daring them to do otherwise.
As they walked out of the changing rooms and onto the pitch Ben saw that three quarters of the crowd were wearing red and gold - Gryffindor colours.
"I want a nice clean game," said Madam Hooch, more to Flint and possibly Fiche and Hivis than anyone else.
"Mount you brooms please," she said after a moments pause, and both teams clambered onto their brooms.
Madam Hooch gave a short blast on her whistle and she kicked the box containing the Quidditch balls open. They were off.
"And the Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too -"
"JORDON!"
"Sorry Professor."
One of the Gryffindors, Lee Jordan, was commentating for the match, closely watch by Professor McGonagall.
"And she's belting along there - NO! The Quaffle is seized by Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint, he passes it to Malfoy, then back to Flint, then to Zabini! NOOOOOO!!!! Slytherin score! Ten - Nil to them! Katie Bell has the Quaffle, she passes it to Alicia Spinnet, who passes it to..."
Ben stopped listening after that and concentrated on finding the snitch. Slytherin scored five more times, and Gryffindor only once before spotting it. Unfortunately, Gryffindor's seeker - Maria Jones - had also spotted it.
He quickly sped towards it as did Jones on her Comet 240. He having the superior broom was clearly an advantage, as he gained more ground towards to snitch faster. He caught it and then veered off to the side, his hand raised high over his head. They had won.
As he landed he was greeted with the Slytherin students rushing out of the stands to congratulate him.
A/N: Another chapter been and gone. I'm really getting through them quickly now. I even managed to write this chapter all in one go, something I have never managed to do before.
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