Eiko: as Serious HP poem about quidditch!
Skye: I could play quidditch but I don't wanna!
Quidditch
The roars of the crowd
Roar in his ears
As the wind roars past his broom
Each movement is watched by perceptive stares
The quaffle flies between the chasers
Headed for opponents goal
The seeker searches for the snitch
The bludgers make the players fall
A cheer as the keeper misses the shot
In anger the beater aims for the chaser Bell
The snitch makes its appearance now
The seekers turn and follow it well
The match gets to a frenzied pitch
Goals are being scored still
A cheer says the snitch is caught
Gryffindor two hundred Slytherin nil!