Now all he had to do was read it and wow them. Hopefully it would work.
I wonder sometimes if we didn't hope enough.
Okay. We can do it. It won't be too hard. We've got Firebolts. They don't. We just... need to focus." I mumbled to myself and Harry who was sitting across the table from me.
"And maybe eat some breakfast? You're going to need food to be able to concentrate on the game." Hermione interjected, putting a few strawberries on my empty plate.
"No, 'Mione. I can't eat. I'll just throw up." I said, pushing the plate away.
"Me neither." Harry groaned.
"It'll be okay, Harry. You'll do great." Ron said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"And I will just be trying to get us more points so harry can catch the snitch and end the game. No big deal." I mumbled sarcastically. Ron turned and glared at me.
"Yeah well Harry has a harder job than you. He's got to find a bloody snitch in the middle of a game."
"Oh please. We both know that Harry's a natural born seeker. Its probably not any harder than when he fakes his divination homework!" I spat back.
Hermione gasped.
"You fake your homework?"
"Blimey, Hermione! That's not the important part right now! We get it, you hate Divination. That's why you quit the class, but for Merlin's sake, who cares if they fake their homework!"
"Hey don't yell at Hermione! I bet you wouldn't have the guts to stand up in the middle of class and walk out!" Ron said.
"Well she also slapped Malfoy and I think we all know I could do that, and slapping that prick is a lot cooler than dropping a class!"
"Harry! Rita! Let's go, it's time to get changed!" Wood called, cutting off Ron's reply.
"Good luck!" Hermione called after them.
"-and Harry," Wood continued, his rant boring them all to death.
"I know, I know! Don't catch the snitch until we are at least 50 points up!" Harry cut in.
"Wood, I think if you continue on with this speech, you're going to have to find new players. Because you're boring us to death here." I said, and George snickered.
"Right. Let's go." He said, and led us out onto the field.
Lee was announcing our names as we flew laps around the pitch, taking our spots.
"I want a clean game!" Madam Hooch called as Flint and Wood shook hands.
She released the balls and blew her whistle, and we were off.
Katie passed to me, and I passed to Angelina. She nearly dropped it but caught it back up, only to be sandwiched by two Slytherins. Lee started yelling into the microphone, but the game just continued on.
Before anyone knew it, we were thirty points ahead and the violence had tripled. George had hit one of the Slytherins in the face with his bludger, earning a penalty shot against us.
The ball was passed to me and Wood yelled out,
"COME ON, BLACK!" I felt the urge to flip him off but didn't.
I raced off down the pitch, ignoring the glares from Flint. I saw Katie fly around the posts and to the top right one, so I faked left and passed it to her. She kicked it in the goal, surprising Flint.
"Nice, Katie!" I called out.
Maybe five, ten minutes later and we were fifty points ahead, and Harry had caught the snitch.
"OH MY BLOODY MERLIN HARRY YOU DID IT!" I nearly screeched.
The whole team flew down and lifted him up on their shoulders, but me being short, I just walked backwards in front of the group.
"WE DID IT. WE WON. WE WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP! HARRY YOU ARE A BLOODY MENACE! THAT WAS BRILIANT!" I yelled, happily jumping up and down.
"You all were great, too!" Wood said, motioning to us chasers.
"And let's not forget our bloody amazing beaters!" I said, patting the twins on their shoulders.
They broke away from the group and lifted me up on their shoulders.
"Ahg! Put me down! George! Fred!" I shrieked.
"Why? You did great too!" Fred said and George nodded in agreement.
"Not as great as Harry and Oliver!" I replied, highfiving the keeper. I held me hand up to Harry, and he hesitated for a moment before giving me a half-hearted high five.
"Oh come on, you're a Quidditch star now! You'll have to get used to high fives from sketchy people." I said, smiling crookedly at my joke.
"Please, if any of us are sketchy, it's Fred and I."George scoffed. I nodded.
"This is very true, my twins."