I've got what it takes playing my game
So you better spin that pitch you're gonna throw me
Show you how I swing
The air was, quite literally, charged - both from the angry, barely restrained tension between the two captains and the lightning storm brewing in the sky. Harry could feel the fine hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he took in Oliver and Marcus and the hate that crackled between them.
"I want a fair game, a clean game," Madame Hooch was saying, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears - at least, to the two who would need to hear it most. They shook, and it seemed lightning arced between their hands.
"GAME ON!"