Author's note: Wow, I didn't expect to get so many reviews for this fic! They made me very happy and encouraged me to continue. Many thanks to VampireNaomi, HiBob, Story Weaver1, and fetch-thranduilion (I love your fics, btw!).

I was a bit unsure about this chapter, especially because I've never cared much about Quidditch, let alone attempted to write a match!

– CHAPTER 2 –
The Quidditch Game

"Wait, let me see if I understand this," said Jahrei, taking a deep breath. "We cannot return to our worlds until we play – what was it called again? Squiddish?"

Sue rolled her eyes. "Quidditch. It's a very popular game among wizards," she explained.

"I have never heard of such thing," remarked Magus coldly.

"It is from my world," clarified Voldemort in a bored tone, his arms folded over his chest.

"But why must we play that game? What is the point?" asked Daolon Wong in annoyance. He had really been looking forward to seeing Dabura destroying the Chan clan once and for all, and now it seemed he would have to stay a little longer in this universe and play some stupid game.

"Well," began Sue innocently, "you looked so stressed out since the fangirls incident –" they all shuddered at the word 'fangirls', "– that I thought we could all have some fun together before splitting up."

"What kind of sport is it, exactly?" asked Babidi. "Is it more like tennis or football...?"

Voldemort gave him an odd look. "How do you know about those? I thought you were an alien?"

Babidi shrugged nonchalantly. "I learnt one or two things about the Earthlings and their customs during my search for strong people. Athletes make the best victims, you know. Lots of energy."

Sue smiled. "Answering your question, Babidi, Quidditch is more like football. There are two teams, each with seven players, and four balls. Um, Voldy, explain the rest, will you?"

The red-eyed wizard twitched in annoyance both at the nickname and at the fact she was ordering him around, but silently promised himself he would have his revenge later and settled on explaining all the rules of the game to his fellow wizards. If truth be told, talking about Quidditch was beginning to bring him good memories, and he found himself growing excited at the prospect of playing it again after so many years.

However, as he went on with his monologue, he noticed the others did not look so enthusiastic. If anything, they seemed to dislike the idea more and more. Raistlin and Jafar were sneering, Magus' look was getting colder and colder, Jahrei's right eye was twitching in disgust, and Daolon Wong was positively fuming.

When he was done, he tried not to look hopeful at the others, and then not to look annoyed when Daolon Wong snapped at Sue, "That is ridiculous! I am certainly not going to mount a broom!"

"Yes, that would be most undignified," agreed Jahrei.

"Indeed, it does sound rather uncomfortable," commented Jafar.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad!" protested Sue. "You should at least give it a try!" She turned to Voldemort, looking for support. "Right, Voldy? Tell them! Isn't Quidditch fun? Isn't it the best game in the world?"

He hesitated. "Well, I have to ad–"

"See?" she interrupted triumphantly. "All wizards love Quidditch! You can't be a real wizard otherwise, can't you see?"

"It is you who seems unable to see," whispered Raistlin, leaning heavily on his staff. "Most of us are not fit to play such an active game."

Sue eyed him up and down and then looked as critically at the others. Curiously, most of them were scrawny. Certainly not potential beaters, but at least they would be more agile and not fall from their brooms so easily.

"Nonsense, you'll do just fine!" she decided. "It's not like you have to run or anything; the brooms do all the work."

Daolon Wong growled. "Isn't there any other way to return to our worlds?" he insisted.

She looked thoughtful. "Hmm, you could always perform a play, I guess..."

Their eyes widened and they hurried to assure, "No, no, no!" "Quidditch is fine!" "Anything but a play!" Actually, Sue's first suggestion was that they performed a play based on some fairy tale. They were not that desperate to return to their worlds yet.

Sue smiled in victory and turned back to Voldemort, who looked just as smug. "I'll make you the Captain of this team, then."

"Oh, no, I am not going to take orders from him!" objected Jafar. The others nodded and exclaimed in agreement.

"Not orders," said Sue smoothly. "Just instructions."

---

"That sounds like a very interesting game," commented Ratso after listening to Wormtail's explanation on the rules.

"Yes, all wizards love it," said Gary, nodding, glad at this group's quick acceptance of the idea. He risked a glance over where his dear cousin and the Dark Wizards were gathered and noted that they looked a lot more reluctant than the Bumbling Fools. He guessed it had something to do with minions being accustomed to do as they were told without question. Good, that made his job so much easier.

"I do believe this is a great idea. It is our perfect chance," said Dabura, smirking evilly. The others looked curiously at him.

"How so?" asked Wormtail.

"Simple. Although our masters think we are fools, we are healthier and stronger and faster than any of them combined, and this is probably the only way we can beat them at something!"

"Oh, I never thought of it like that," admitted Wormtail in interest.

"Yeah, that's a good idea! I'm in," said Ratso.

"So am I," seconded Caramon.

"There are only tree little problems," pointed out Abis Mal. "One, we don't have magical powers, so how can we fly on the brooms?"

"Oh, the brooms have been charmed so that even Muggles can use them," answered Stu helpfully.

"Mug what?" asked Caramon.

"Never mind. You were saying, Abis Mal?"

The Arabian gestured at the purple kitten that was currently sitting between Caramon and Ratso. "That cat can't play! We will have fewer players and be at a disadvantage!"

"No problem," replied Stu. "Wormtail can turn him into a human."

"Really?" asked Abis Mal, eyeing the black-robed Bumbling Fool suspiciously. For some reason, Wormtail never did strike him as a very capable wizard.

"Yes, don't worry. So, what's the third problem?"

This time, Abis Mal pointed at Hervok, "One of our players is blind! We're still going to be at a disadvantage."

They all thought about it for a moment, until Hervok suddenly said, "Well, I could try to follow the sounds. I have a good hearing, you know."

"That's it! We could just attach bells or something like that to the balls!" suggested Ratso.

"Hmm, I'm not sure that's allowed," said Gary, rubbing his chin. "It might get in the players' way –"

"Oh, I know!" said Wormtail, drawing his wand out of his pocket. "I'll charm the Quaffle!"

"I am sure that is not allowed!" protested Stu.

"Calm down. What I am about to do shouldn't be a problem to anyone."

---

The game should have started at noon, but since most players could not keep their balance while on their brooms, Voldemort and Wormtail spent a few hours teaching the basics to their respective teams. The mages were very confident of their victory, given that one of the players from the adversary team was blind and another was a cute kitten – later on, they would deny having enunciated the word "cute" if questioned about it.

"I wish defeating our archenemies was just as easy," commented Daolon Wong gloomily. The others nodded.

The wizards were so confident that they were almost pleased, and the sole reason they weren't in such high spirits as they would like was the fact the audience was once more formed entirely by rabid fangirls. The team felt a bit uneasy at first, fearing that all those squealing girls would suddenly invade the pitch, but then realised that if such thing ever occurred, they could just fly up with their brooms and stay out of their reach.

And to think some people actually wondered why they loved magic.

As the captains led their teams onto the pitch, Mary Sue grabbed a fluffy, pink microphone and announced, "And now, I give you the Evil Dark Wizards Team! Beaters, Captain Voldemort and Magus; Chasers, Daolon Wong, Jahrei and Jafar; Keeper, Babidi; and Seeker, Raistlin!"

The wizards tried to ignore the deafening cheer of the fangirls.

"The Bumbling Fools Team!" continued Mary Sue. "Seeker and Captain, Wormtail; Chasers, Ratso, Abis Mal and Alfador; Beaters, Dabura and Caramon; Keeper, Hervok!"

"Who the hell is Alfador?" wondered Babidi.

Jafar looked over the other team. "I suppose it is that young man with purple hair."

Magus' frown deepened, noticing the young man in question was all on fours. "I do believe they have somehow transformed my cat into a human being."

"Oy!" someone called them. They turned to see Stu dressed in referee robes and holding the Quaffle in his hands. "The captains have got to shake hands before the game starts."

They all mounted on their brooms and flew up, with the exception of Alfador, who was licking the back of his hand ("See? I told you he was useless," muttered Abis Mal), and Voldemort, who approached the referee and Wormtail to shake the latter's hand. The smaller wizard offered him a trembling, silver hand and whimpered when his lord gave him a warning glare. Oblivious to the silent threat, Gary Stu said, "I want a fair game, you hear me?" If Wormtail weren't so horrified and Voldemort weren't too busy having fun by scaring his servant, they would have laughed at the referee's naivety. Meanwhile, Gary released the Bludgers and the Snitch. Then, he threw the Quaffle into the air as Mary Sue began to narrate the game. Her voice was somewhat muffled by the fangirls' cheers.

Both Captains reached up, but it was Voldemort who got to catch the Quaffle. He quickly passed it to Daolong Wong, who rushed forward to escape from Ratso and Abis Mal. Alfador, for his part, began to playfully paw at his broom.

"Beaters! Use the Bludgers!" instructed Wormtail. Dabura immediately went after Wong to try hitting him with the Bludger, but Caramon stared at them with a blank expression. He had probably forgotten he was one of the so-called Beaters, or what a Bludger was.

Wong dodged Dabura's Bludger and passed the Quaffle to Jafar, who caught it easily and threw it with as much force as he could towards the goalposts. There was a strident "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" and Hervok was so taken aback by it that he didn't even move to catch the Quaffle before it went into the goal.

"Score! Ten points to the Wizards!" shouted Sue excitedly. The wizards smirked. The fangirls cheered.

"Hervok!" yelled a fuming Wormtail. "What part of 'your function as the Keeper is to prevent the Quaffle from going into the goal behind you' did you not understand!"

"Sorry, I was distracted by this strange noise –" said the cleric.

"That was the charmed Quaffle, you imbecile!"

Meanwhile, Raistlin was barely paying attention to his surroundings, his hourglass eyes idly searching for the Golden Snitch. The good thing about this position as the Seeker was that he didn't really have to move around too much until he found the small, winged ball. He didn't really care which team would win this foolish game, he only wanted to get it over with as soon as possible and go back to Krynn so that he could put his plan into practice.

He sighed and then heard someone getting closer to him, shrieking. For a moment, he almost panicked, thinking it was some fangirl who had somehow managed to get a broom and fly after him. However, when he looked back, all he saw was a red flash coming towards him. He ducked when it nearly hit him in the face and stared at the now falling Quaffle. "That hurt, damn it!" yelled a voice coming from its direction, though Raistlin saw no one else near it.

"Raist!" called an all-too-familiar voice.

The mage turned to glare at his twin brother. What was he doing, coming to talk to an adversary? Had he been sent to distract Raistlin so that the other team could have the chance to catch the Snitch?

"Raist, what do I have to with this?" he asked, holding up a stick and a Bludger.

Raistlin was about to point out that Caramon wasn't supposed to ask help from an opponent, but then realised that even if he told Caramon what the Beater should do, his twin would never try to hit him with the Bludger. If anything, he would protect Raistlin from the other Beater. Besides, Raistlin wasn't worried about who would win the game anyway, so it was all right to help the other team. Anything to finish this game some time this century!

---

After the Quaffle almost hit Raistlin, Jafar hurried to catch it. Smiling to himself as he succeeded, he prepared to pass it to Daolon Wong, when suddenly a shrill voice spoke right next to him. "Ouch! Hey, not so tightly!" The sorcerer looked around to see who it was, but only saw Dabura and Ratso at a good distance, coming to get the Quaffle from him. "Hello! I'm talking to you, man!" Jafar's eyes widened as he stared in bewilderment at the red object in his hand.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, be careful! You're squashing me!" complained the Quaffle. Jafar recoiled and dropped the Quaffle. He immediately regretted it, not only because it made an easy catch for Ratso, but also because the ball began screaming. "HEEEELP! I'M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS!"

Ratso did not look surprised at all to be thanked by a talking Quaffle for saving its life and hurried with it towards the goal. Voldemort and Magus nodded at each other and aimed the Bludgers at him. Noticing this, the red-eyed Chaser passed the Quaffle to Abis Mal before dodging the Bludgers.

"Damn, he's fast!" hissed Voldemort.

Unfortunately for the Bumbling Fools, Abis Mal had been just watching the match as if he were one of the fans – only without the screaming – and was caught by surprise when the Quaffle hit him in the head. He recovered on time to reflexively catch it and stared at it for a moment before remembering he was indeed one of the players and realising he was now a target. Upon seeing a very angry Voldemort and Magus coming with dangerous-looking Bludgers to him, he yelped and threw the Quaffle away as if it had burnt his hands.

He had not been the only one aloof in the game. The abandoned Quaffle ended up with Jahrei, who also was caught by surprise and almost panicked. He fretfully looked around and threw it to the first innocent-looking player he spotted – Alfador. The purple-haired man jumped on it as though he were playing with some toy for cats.

"You idiot!" Voldemort yelled at the youngest mage, looking like he really needed to hit something with the Bludger soon. "He is from the other team!"

"So what? He doesn't even know it!" argued Jahrei defensively. "Can't we have a timeout now? I grow tired of this game."

"You haven't even done anything!"

While Voldemort and Jahrei bickered, Magus easily took the Quaffle away from Alfador (who looked very disappointed) and passed it to Wong's awaiting hands. The old Dark Chi Wizard flew away from Ratso and dodged Dabura's Bludger before sending the red ball into the goal.

"I hate this paaaaaaaaart!" screamed the Quaffle. This time, Hervok followed the voice and caught it.

"Yes! I got it!" commemorated the Keeper, only to be hit by a high-speeded Bludger thrown by Voldemort. The snake-faced wizard looked very pleased with himself.

"Ooh, that gotta hurt!" commented Mary Sue.

A whistle. "Foul!" shouted the referee.

"Shut up!" snapped Voldemort, drawing his wand to stun Gary.

"Hey, I really don't think you should cast any spells on the referee!" protested Mary. No one paid her any attention, though.

---

"Caramon!" called a livid Wormtail. The Majere brothers looked up to see him approaching. "What do you think you are doing, fraternising with the enemy?"

"He's not my enemy, he's my tw–" Caramon began to protest, but Wormtail cut him off angrily.

"Dabura is doing all the job by himself! Get down there and help him!"

The warrior looked down at the game and noticed Jafar and Ratso struggling to see who would have the shrieking Quaffle. He did manage to hit Jafar, who fell from his broom and didn't get up after painfully reaching the ground, but Wong quickly got in Ratso's way and caught to Quaffle.

"Pass it to Jahrei!" shouted Voldemort. Jahrei's eyes widened.

"What? Not to me! No! No!" he said frantically, shaking his head. Daolon Wong ignored his pleas and passed him the Quaffle. When seeing Dabura and Caramon readying their Bludgers menacingly, Jahrei rushed away from them. By chance, that led him to the goalpost. The fact that the other team's Keeper was unconscious encouraged him to finally play his part in the game.

"Ten points to the Wizards!" announced Sue. The fangirls were now beginning to really scare everyone.

Wormatil clucked his tongue. It wouldn't do to have a comatose Keeper. He quickly went to Hervok's side, drew his wand, pointed it at him, and uttered, "Ennervate!"

Hervok stirred and opened his pupil-less eyes. "Huh? What happened?" he mumbled, then made a face and held his aching head.

"Wake up and return to your position!" ordered Wormtail. Then, he heard a whispery voice behind him chanting, "Ast tasarak sinuralan krynawi." He looked back just in time to see Raistlin blowing some kind of powder on him, and then all went black.

---

"Oh, so you want to play dirty, do you?" muttered Dabura upon seeing Raistlin putting Wormtail to sleep with a spell. He gathered a great amount of his ki and tossed a powerful Bludger towards the black-robed mage. However, in order to protect his twin brother, Caramon rushed to fly before the Bludger and used his stick to send it back. The impact was such that the stick broke and Caramon almost immediately fell from his broom. The Quaffle was now a shrieking, glowing red flash crossing the pitch, until it was violently stopped by the first obstacle; the Keeper Babidi. The small alien fell lifelessly to the ground, giving everyone a déjà vu feeling.

Abis Mal took his chance; now that the adversary team's Keeper was out cold and everyone else was momentarily too stunned, he decided to make the next move. However, as soon as he touched the Quaffle, which had mysteriously said not a word for a while now, he yelped and dropped it, rapidly waving his reddened hands. "Hot, hot, hot," he hissed in pain.

Dabura calmly took the Quaffle, unaffected by his own energy in it, and got his team ten points. While all the Bumbling Fools commemorated, Jahrei used a levitation spell to pass the burning Quaffle to Voldemort, who did the same and passed it to Daolong Wong, and so on. It was a rather slow process, but since the other team was too distracted – especially when their Keeper, Hervok, was still trying to revive their Captain Wormtail –, they had no problems.

"Thirty-ten to the Wizards!" announced Mary Sue.

By then, the Quaffle had cooled down enough to be touched and Wormtail was finally, though barely, awake. After reviving Babidi, Voldemort suddenly seemed to see something in the air and flew to Raistlin's side. "I see the Golden Snitch," he whispered. The mage, who looked bored to death, raised a white eyebrow.

"Good for you. I, however, do not –"

"There! Are you blind? The Golden Snitch is right there!" shouted the white-skinned wizard in exasperation, pointing up.

"Very well, Voldemort. Now everyone knows exactly where the Snitch is, including the other team's Seeker," sneered the other.

"Then go and catch it at once! I will take care of the enemy." As he finished his sentence, Voldemort turned around, smirked malevolently, and drew his wand to point it at Wormtail and shout, "Crucio!" Caught unawares, the Death Eater collapsed, screaming in pain.

"You!" Dabura gestured at the three Chasers of his team. "Go after the Golden Snitch! Now!"

"But we are Chasers!" objected Caramon.

"Yeah! Isn't that the Seeker's job?" asked Ratso.

"Even if we do get the Snitch, the referee may not consider –"

"Neither the referee nor our Seeker are in shape to take part in the game now," argued Dabura. "Just go! I'll make sure the wizards don't try to stop you!"

Then, a cheerful voice behind him said, "Hey, would you like some biscuits?" He turned around and saw Hervok offering him a plate of some brown... things. "You must be hungry after all these exercises."

"The game is not over yet!" yelled Dabura, nearly knocking the plate over from the cleric's hands. "And you are supposed to be keeping the –"

"Forty-ten to the Wizards!"

Dabura groaned in frustration and thought he might as well try a biscuit. Where and when did he get those, anyway? He had to admit, though, that it tasted rather good. Suddenly, he had an idea. He grinned and leaned forward and whispered something in Hervok's ear.

---

Voldemort cursed aloud. Raistlin had been almost catching the Golden Snitch; just a few millimetres and his fingers would have reached it. However, that damn weakling had chosen just that moment to start hacking up his lungs, and now Ratso and Abis Mal were close to catching the Snitch.

"Listen," he said to Magus and whoever was near enough to hear him. "We cannot let them defeat us! We are the lords and they are the minions for a reason! It would be utterly humiliating if they won this game!"

"I agree," said Magus solemnly. Voldemort prepared his wand to curse the two remaining Chasers from the other team, but Magus found himself distracted when Hervok calmly flew to him and offered him a plate of biscuits, a friendly expression on his face.

"You are my new lord, are you not?" he asked politely. "Would you like some biscuits? They are really delicious, you know."

"Hmm," Magus frowned suspiciously. He was a bit hungry and the biscuits smelt good, but could he really trust his new minion now?

Jahrei, who had been about to fly past them, stopped and quickly took in the situation. "Oh, don't worry! Hervok is an oblivious, inoffensive dunderhead," he assured.

"What do you mean?" asked Hervok, looking at a loss, but Jahrei had already gone away. Magus inwardly shrugged and decided to have a biscuit. Just one. However, it was so tasty and he surprisingly found himself so hungry that he could not help but have another. And another. And another. Hervok frowned uncertainly, but didn't say or do anything to stop him.

---

Gary Stu woke up surrounded by horrible, loud noises and a killer headache. He took a look around and gasped. The game was a whole mess! Voldemort and Dabura were in a competition to see who would fully incapacitate the each other's team first; the Dark Lord threw curses and hexes and Dabura used his strength and tried to spit on his enemies to petrify them. Ratso and Abis Mal had boils all over their bodies, and Daolon Wong had been knocked out. Now Dabura's main target was Jafar. Down on the pitch, Caramon was hurriedly making tea to his coughing brother, watched by Jahrei, who had decided to take a break without bothering to consult anyone. Hervok was wandering around, humming to himself. Magus looked ill and was dizzyingly swaying on his broom. Alfador was comfortably curled on the ground, taking a nap.

"Has everyone gone mad?" he wondered.

"When I hit that scrawny snake and break all his bones, our Seeker will be free to catch the Snitch and we will be victorious!" stated Dabura. He didn't notice that Wormtail was almost fully recovered from Voldemort's attack and ready to return to the game.

"Hah! Do you think you can hurt me that easily?" Jafar smirked and waved his hand to imprison the red-skinned warrior in a relatively small globe.

"Really, that's getting old," mumbled Abis Mal, earning himself a death glare from Jafar. Then, the sorcerer's eyes became unfocused and he repeated the spell to imprison Voldemort.

"What the –" hissed the Dark Lord. Then, he noticed Wormtail holding his wand, a triumphant smirk on his normally meek face. "The Imperius curse! No!" He tried to reach his own wand to break free, but could not move at all in such a tiny space.

"Raist," said Caramon to his brother. "Shouldn't we just get out of here? Let's go inside, where you can rest."

"No, wait, my brother," whispered his twin, holding up a hand and watching the "game" in interest. "I am curious to see who is going to win."

Jahrei held his hands up to his chest's level and began chanting. Ratso noticed this and shouted a warning to Wormtail, who turned to cast the Cruciatus curse on the young mage. Jafar blinked and watched in puzzlement as Jahrei's and Wormtail's spells hit each other.

"Oy!" someone shouted. Those who were still conscious and able to move turned to see Hervok holding up something that he had in his hand. "Can someone tell me what kind of bird this is?"

Everyone's eyes widened as they saw the golden wings moving frenetically between his fingers.

"The Golden Snitch!" shrieked Voldemort.

"The Bumbling Fools win!" announced Sue, amazed.

For once, the fangirls, shocked, were in complete silence. They weren't sure if they should cheer or feel sorry for the poor wizards. They settled on invading the pitch and hurrying to comfort them. Physically. Some Bumbling Fools looked jealous, but most were so happy about their victory that they didn't even notice.

"Yeah! This will show them not to mess with their henchmen!" said Ratso.

Wormtail caught Voldemort's evil glare and gulped. Somehow, he didn't think his life would get any easier from then on.

"Come on! Let's commemorate!" proposed Dabura.

---

Some time later, the atmosphere in the wizards' room was completely different, much angrier and gloomier than that in the Fools' room. Then again, evil wizards were supposed to be angry and gloomy, weren't they?

"This was downright humiliating!" complained Voldemort. "How could we lose to those dim-witted, snivelling idiots?" He angrily turned to Raistlin. "This is all your fault!" he accused. "If you had caught the Snitch when you had the chance –"

Before Raistlin could retort, Magus weakly staggered back into the room, still looking ill. Caramon came following him, ready to catch him should he lose his balance. He was the only Bumbling Fool who had left his fellows' party and joined the wizards in order to take care of his twin brother, despite the latter's protests. The other wizards strongly suspected he was a spy, but didn't bother to kick him out, as the warrior was the only one patient enough to also take care of Magus. The pointed-eared wizard had been feeling sick ever since he'd eaten Hervok's poisoned biscuits and spent the past hour throwing up.

"When I return... to my world..." he moaned irately, his eyes feverish, "I'll turn him into a cockroach... and crush him..."

"That will teach you never to take any food or drink from an enemy," said Jafar.

At that moment, the door burst open and Sue happily hopped in, carrying a tray with several cups. "I'm back! And I brought tea for my poor babies!"

Taking Jafar's advice, none of them accepted it. Raistlin calmly continued drinking his own, foul-smelling tea. Voldemort looked like he would very much like to kill them both, but Daolon Wong held him back, reminding him that Sue was the only one who knew how to open the portals to their respective worlds.

"Come now, we don't have to worry so much about the results of this game," Babidi told Voldemort.

"Indeed. We could punish them," agreed Daolon Wong.

"Or erase their memories?" suggested Caramon hopefully, attracting everyone's glares. He looked down. He was just trying to help his new friends; having their memories erased seemed much less painful than being punished.

"How did Hervok catch the Golden Snitch, though?" wondered Jahrei. "A blind, brainless man, wandering aimlessly around the pitch, carrying an empty tray on his hands..."

"Perhaps we have underestimated the Fools?" suggested Babidi.

They seemed to consider it for a moment, but then quickly dismissed it, "Naaah!" Caramon looked vaguely offended. "Aha! That's it!" exclaimed Jahrei. "They've obviously cheated. That's the only way they could ever beat us."

"Oh, you're right," murmured Jafar in wonder. "How come we didn't think of that before?"

"So, that means we are the real winners, and they the losers," concluded Daolong Wong. They exchanged smirks.

"That's wonderful!" said Sue, beaming. "So, what have we all learnt from this experience?"

"Never take any food or drink from an enemy, for they are most likely poisoned," drawled Magus painfully.

"No one can ever overcome Dark, Evil Wizards," stated Voldemort proudly.

"Brooms are most uncomfortable to sit on for long periods of time," muttered Jahrei.

"Quidditch is completely pointless," snarled Raistlin.

"Kittens-turned-humans don't make good players," offered Babidi.

"Fangirls are scary," said Jafar, remembering the console those girls had tried to give him at the end of the game.

"Which leads me to the conclusion that fangirls would make great minions of doom, once you find a way to control them," mused Daolon Wong.

They seemed to seriously think about that.

"Now that's a thought," conceded Voldemort.

Meanwhile, Gary Stu was adding another item to his "Steps to Become a Dark Evil Wizard" list. Step two, brooding, evil thoughts, urge to torture and kill. Hmm, I'll have to work on this one... Half-check!

To be continued...