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"Oh,
Mr. Jordan, yes, this was a perfectly good time to sprain your
referreeing hand!" Madame Welkins said, all in a hustle.
"I'm
sorry, Madame, but it wasn't my fault exactly," said Liam
Jordan. "I didn't plan it."
"Well, we're going to
need a new ref from the audience."
Chris overheard her and
screamed, "Oooooh! Pick me! Ohhhh, please pick
me!"
"Okay, Mr. Paulsy, you've got the job," Madame
Welkins said gratefully.
"SWEET!" he said, coming down
and putting on the overlarge ref hat.
"Alright, now the game
may begin," Madame Welkins said. "All players board your
brooms."
"Kenzie, do you have a broom?" James
asked.
"Nope. But this baby'll do just fine," Kenize
said, boarding the Firebolt.
"But the Firebolt's so slow,"
Randy (Miranda) said.
"I know. But I'll have to try
it."
"Seekers
shake hands!" Chris the ref called. "Good luck," he
added to Kenzie.
"Oh, he's giving you good luck? You're going
to need it, riding a Firebolt," Narcissa said.
"Oh yeah?
Let's make a bet. Whoever wins the game wins the cash," Kenzie
said.
"How much?"
"Ten Galleons."
"You're
on,
Potter."
The
Snitch was released and the game was on. Kenzie looked around- and
saw Narcissa looking the same way she was.
Kenzie suddenly went
into a dive. Narcissa followed.
They had almost reached the
ground- and Kenzie pulled out of the dive. Narcissa hit the ground
with thundering force.
"A perfect Wronski Feint pulled off by
number seven of Gryffindor, the Seeker, McKenzie Potter!" yelled
the announcer.
Kenzie suddenly spotted the real Snitch. Narcissa
was so obsessed with her nose that it gave Kenzie enough time to
sneak up and catch the Snitch from behind.
"Potter has caught
the Snitch! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"
A cry from the crowd was
directed at a beaming Kenzie, holding the Snitch high in the air.