Chapter 11: Quidditch Match
Well Oliver Wood was then new Quidditch captain and he was really good... but very annoying. Needless to say we were up to our eyebrows in Quidditch practice on the last weeks of school and we were to play on the last match of the year. If Gryffindor beat Slytherin in this match we would win the Quidditch Cup.
And what a match that was!
I agree! Bloody great match!
"Well It's time" Oliver looked at his watch nervously "Good luck everyone! I know we can win this!"
The team rose, with their brooms on their shoulders, and marched in a single file line towards the pitch. A roar of sound greeted them, Fred and George grinned nervously at Angelina, Alicia and Katie.
"Captains shake hands" Madam Hooch ordered.
"Good luck mate" Fred whispered to George
"You too"
"Mount your brooms..." Madam Hooch put the whistle to her lips and blew.
The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upwards. Fred and George quickly started to circle around the Gryffindor chasers who were in possession of the Quaffle, Slytherin chasers hot on their tails.
"And Katie Bell has the Quaffle..." McGonagall's voice boomed over the pitch.
"Give me that!"
"Jordan what are you doing!" McGonagall scolded him as Lee took her microphone away.
"Professor no offense but the last time you commented the match people fell asleep... so I'm here to liven things up!"
"Why you...
"...Passes it to Johnson!" Lee grinned. "She ducks McGee! Passes to Spinnet... she's approaching the goals and... Damn! Blocked!"
"Jordan!"
"Sorry Professor..."
"Slytherin is in possession of the Quaffle! McGee is heading toward the posts! And he... is knocked off the broomstick by a bludger! Good show Fred... or George... Alicia has the ball!"
"Oy Fred!" George called toward his brother.
"Yeah?"
"Let's do that move we were practicing yesterday!"
"Wait 'til Slytherin is in possession"
"Passes it to Bell! Back to Spinnet! She's gonna throw! No wait she passed back and GOAL!!!! GRYFFINDOR 10 SLYTHERIN ZILCH!" Lee jumped up from his seat.
A roar of disgust came from the green bathed crowd on the left as the other half of the stadium countered in a roar of delight.
"Good Show! Bell passes to Spinnet! Oh! She drops it! And Sytherin is back in possession!-
"Fred?" George signalled towards his other half.
"Now!"
Fred and George started batting the two bludgers between them back and forth moving quickly towards the Slytherin chasers.
"And what's this? THE SERPIENSKY PICKLE! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! The chasers are down! Spinnet has the Quaffle! Fred and George are still knocking those bludgers back and forth protecting the three lovely chasers! McGee tries to intercept! Ooo! That's got to hurt! They're knocking everyone off I've never seen such bludger handling! And GRYFFINDOR SCORES!!!! Weasley bats the Bludger towards the keeper John! Oh! Right in the face! ANOTHER SCORE FOR GRYFFINDOR!!!! That's 30 to nothing!" Lee jumped with joy while McGonagall eyed him.
The crowd was in absolute uproar. Fred and George flew towards each other and high-fived.
"A GLINT OF GOLD! THE SEEKERS HAVE SPOTTED THE SNITCH! C'MON GRYFFINDOR!!!! Duff is in the lead! Now Gryffindor's Adams! They're neck a neck! Duff is closing in... COME ON ADAMS!!! OH DEAR GOD!!!! SEEKER CRASH! That has GOT to hurt! They're falling! And... And... who's got the snitch?"
Everyone froze... waiting for one of the seekers to stand up and show the snitch... they stirred and rubbed their backsides. Adams and Duff stood up.
"And... And...-
Duff raised his arm victoriously a glint of gold in his palm.
"DUFF'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN WINS 150 TO 30! SLYTHERIN WINS THE QUIDDITCH CUP! Well this blows..."
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry Professor but it's true!"
McGonagall just shook her head.
I still can't believe we lost that match...
But it was bloody awesome!
True but still...
But you have to admit everyone was pretty impressed with our Serpiensky Pickle
Well that's it for now
Come back soon!
A/N- Having writer's black really sucks.. but I got threw it alright... I think, only one way to find out! Review!
