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Chapter Seven – Shaeleigh's Game

Shaeleigh watched the game for a bit before she started her search for the gold snitch. She watched Gunther, Gryffindor seeker take off from his position and she knew he had seen it. Shaeleigh wrapped herself tightly around her broom stick and took off. It took Shaeleigh a matter of seconds to catch up with Gunther. She zoomed in and out of players. Nearly crashing into a Gryffindor beater as she skimmed by him.

Shaeleigh pressed on and found herself side by side Gunther. He had a look of total disgust as she came up, one that would rival almost Slytherin's. Shaeleigh ignored it and pressed on. Soon she found herself leading Gunther as the launched high up into the air on the tail of the snitch.
Gunther found his way to her side and knocked hard against her a few times. She nearly slipped once which brought a smile to Gunther's face. Just then the crowd roared. Both players knew someone had scored.

They pressed on. Weaving in out of the game field as well as the view stands. The two traded the lead position in and out of the game.

"Just give it up this isn't a sport for girls." Gunther said as he crashed into Shaeleigh again. This time it caused her broom to flip over and Shaeleigh too. In a move that would normally would have spell the end for most average players Shaeleigh was able to after a few nauseating flips regain control of her broom and fly straight.

'He doesn't know who he's up against.' Shaeleigh thought to herself as she struggled to catch up with him.

The game was a big battle with the Gryffindor leading the Slytherin with goals and an even bigger battle between to the two seekers. Shaeleigh had fought hard in many games before and knew to when to push herself. And when not too. So when she saw the bludger coming at her, she hard braked. She grimaced as she heard the loud thump of it hitting Gunther's broom. Shaeleigh in a risky move looked back over her shoulder and saw Gunther hit the view stand.
In a half grimace, half smirk she turned her attention back to the snitch which shot up over 50 feet in the above the playing field. Shaeleigh raced up after it. Only to a 180 degree turn and dive back down as it had descendent back down.

Almost near the ground itself Shaeleigh saw an opportunity. She pushed herself off the broom and mid air between the hard ground and the player above Shaeleigh reached up.
She slammed hard against he ground and rolled to a stop. She laid there not moving for a moment as her head was spin. She raised her hand and beneath her grip was the golden snitch. Shaeleigh used her broom which had come to a stop in arm length of her to push herself up to her feet.

Shaeleigh heard the roar of the crowd. Some were cheers and some where boo's. She looked up to her active team-mates who all were cheering and had the most absolute smug faces she had ever seen. Shaeleigh knew the game was over. She had won the game for the team, for her house, for her Father. Shaeleigh had proven a point to the bloody wanker Gunther. This was as much as a girls sport as it was boys; Shaeleigh couldn't help it if most girls were far too smart to play.