It's a Rough Game Quidditch
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Chapter Twelve
Week Eleven
"I'm fine, really," Mary said, punching Gioni in the arm to prove it. "It was just a bug, I'm over it. I can play! Come on, Coach Wood!" The team was arranged in Gioni's appartment, and Wood was fighting with Mary.
"We're going to the Nordic's field, and it's colder there than here," Wood told her.
"You know," Fred commented from a chair in the corner. "I always wondered why the Quidditch officials always call it the Nordic, when a more proper term, in my eyes, would be Scandinavian." Debbie turned and shook her head.
"Shut up, man," she said.
"I already checked, Woodyness, sir, and it's going to be about 55 degrees, Farenheit, of course. I think I can deal," Mary shot at him. "I'm fine, I mean, come on. I'm not in bed, I'm not vomiting--"
"She's being a bitch like usual," Gioni finished. "Just let her play, Wood."
"You look fine to me, Mary," Potter told her.
"Fine," Wood grunted. "But if you get sick, or hurt--"
"You like wagers, don't you?" Mary asked. "I bet twenty five galleons that there is not one injury this next game from anyone in the team. If you check the log book, we've had at least one minor to mild injury at every game so far. That means the odds are 9-1. Take it?" She held out her hand, and Wood shook it.
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The game began and in ten short minutes, the game was tied 70-70. Mary smiled to herself. Fred and Brandon were keeping the bludgers well at bay, and she remembered the Nordic team last year. They were too polite to hurt someone intentionally (other than bludgers, obviously) on their own field. However, on someone else's turf, they were brutal.
In another twenty minutes, the score had developed into 210-80, and the crowd laughed as the USA beaters played games with the two bludgers. Whenever one of the beaters came close to either bludgers, Fred or Brandon would send them high in the air, only for them to come barrelling back to the grounds and into Fred and Brandon's possessions.
It was long before the Nordic coach caught on, and by the time he called time-out, the score was 300-80, favoring USA.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Wood tore into the beaters.
"We put money on Mary," Brandon said. "We're so ahead right now, we can do as many tricks. Besides, it's distracting their team. You like that idea, don't you?" Wood smiled at the young men.
"Go raise hell, men!" Potter called as the referee started the game. Mary caught the snitch in two minutes, and with that, she won her money.
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WEEK ELEVEN MATCHES
USA vs. Nordic (450, 80)
England vs. Spain (80, 240)
Bulgaria vs. Germany (280, 110)
Japan vs. France (230, 110)
Australia Break
STANDINGS
1. USA 3710
2. England 1940
3. Bulgaria 1830
4. Japan 1590
5. Spain 1310
6. Nordic 1290
7. France 1290
8. Australia 1280
9. Germany 1070