However, the next week, the next Quidditch match of the year was coming up: Gryffindor against Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw was ahead in the runnings, but if Hufflepuff won this one by at least 20 they could surpass them.
That Friday afternoon, a week and a day before the match, Seamus and Chamille had a heated argument in the library over who was going to win.
"We have the best Seeker," argued Seamus.
"But your Seeker is only in first year (and he's a prat, she thought to herself.), and ours is in 4th year!" Chammi said.
They continued to argue until Madam Pince kicked them out.
These arguments had mostly been cute ones, but by Wednesday night, when they met out by the one-eyed witch, they had begun to get uglier, and both of them had argued themselves out.
"Well, we're going to win and that's final!" exclaimed Seamus, and he turned his back and left.
The next day, he didn't speak to her at all.
Chammi met with Susan, Hannah, Ernie, and Zach in the Hufflepuff common room Thursday night.
"I can't believe we aren't talking over a stupid Quidditch match!" Chamille said through her tears.
"It's okay, Chammi, you'll probably talk again after the match. Don't worry about it." If after the match, especially if they win; not that I think we will, you two still aren't talking, then worry about it."
Susan and Zacharias agreed and then left. Hannah and Ernie stayed with her and they did their Charms homework, though Chamille could barely concentrate.
The day of the match dawned gray and dreary, but it wasn't raining….yet.
By about an hour into the match, it started to drizzle, and Gryffindor was ahead, 50-30.
By the next hour, Chamille, Hannah, and Susan's voices were sore from screaming. (Ernie and Zacharias didn't come, they went to do their Potions homework in the library that the girls had already done.)
Chamille couldn't see Seamus across the field anymore, for it had started pouring. Hufflepuff was ahead this time, 100-80, but if Cedric or Harry didn't find the Snitch soon, Susan and Hannah said they were going to leave. Chamille wanted to stay the whole time.
An hour and a half later, it was black outside, Hannah and Susan had left, and the score was tied, 150-150.
However it looked like Cedric and Harry had seen the Snitch. They were pretty evenly matched (both on Nimbus Two Thousands), and were neck and neck going for the fluttering golden Snitch. They both swooped down upon it at the same moment and-