By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch, already waving their flags and cheering. And shamefully, most of the colors where maroon and gold. I had worn my Slytherin scarf and Draco along with Lydia were waving their emerald and sliver flags. Crabbe and Goyle were barely pushing through to us.

"Is the plan ready?" Lydia asked them, making room.

"Ready." Crabbe said, giving us a thumbs up.

Many students had binoculars. The seats may have been raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see the players throughout the game.

"Potter's got a Nimbus Two Thousand!" Draco yelled, pointing at the arriving Gryffindor Quidditch players.

Marcus Flint and Wood were shaking hands, and even all the way up here, I could tell that the grip was less than friendly.

The whistle blew, and the fifteen brooms rose high in the air, and the game had begun.

A Gryffindor was commenting on the game.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too-"

"JORDAN!" McGonagall scolded.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc - no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle - that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins - that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts - he dodges a Bludger sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which - SLYTHERINS SCORE!"

The Slytherins cheered and screamed in absolute joy, while in the distance you could hear the moans of the Gryffindors.

"First ten points to us!" I yelled, hugging Lydia.

The game went on, and thirty minutes in, it was fifty Slytherins and thirty Gryffindors.

"Slytherin in possession," Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"

"No!" We yelled as Potter began to search the sky.

Immediately, he began to fly towards it, and to our luck, Marcus Flint blocked his way, making Potter veer off course.

We cheered.

"Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors.

"LIARS!" Yelled the Slytherins back.

Madam Hooch stopped the game ans angrily talkes to Marcus. Then gave the Gryffindors a free shot.

And they made it.

"Forty...that too close for comfort." Draco muttered, clenching his fist.

And the game continued.

"Now that the foul is fixed...Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

In my anger, I took my wand out, thinking of a jinx to put on Jordan.

"Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet - passes Bell - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score -Oh no..."

I put my wand back, smirking.

We glanced at Snape, and he made eye contact with us, giving us a quick nod.

Potter's broom began to buck, and no one seemed to notice yet. Darting glances at Snape to make sure no one noticed, we cheered as we scored again.

By now, everyone was pointing towards Potter, who was hanging on for dear life as his broom turning around and rolled over.

"Vanice! Look! Granger is heading over to the Professor!" Goyle suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the stands near the teachers.

"No! Boys, come with me." I hissed, taking out my wand and following her.

"She's saying a spell!" Crabbe said, worried.

"No! FLIPENDO!" I said, pointing at her.

She immediately went flying and I mentally praised myself for the extra hours studying. Running back before she would realize it was me, Crabbe and Goyle snickered appreciatively.

"Good things you're smart." They said.

I smiled and stood by Lydia, paying my attention back to the game.

"Slytherin in possession of the Quaffle - Pucey passes it to Rower - Rower dodges Bell - Bell gets hit with a Bludger - Rower approaches Wood - Rower scores! Ten more points to Slytherin! And that puts Slytherin seventy and Gryffindor fifty!"

Potter had gotten a better control of his broom, but it was too late. The Slytherin seeker was already on the tail on the Snitch.

In the blink of an eye, Potter was zooming behind, and they were soon neck in neck...they both reached out and...

An uproar came from the Slytherins as our Seeker proudly held the Snitch in his hand, taking a victory lap around the pitch.

"And Slytherin catches the snitch! Slytherin wins two hundred-twenty and Gryffindor fifty." Jordan said with clear disappointment.

"We won! We won!" The five of us cheered, hugging and booing the Gryffindors.

We ran down, picking up the winning team on our shoulders and parading to the Common Room, pushing by the Gryffindors and rioting through the hallways.

"Congratulations to the best Quidditch team there is!" Marcus yelled, using his wand to shoot out green sparks.

"WOOH!" We all echoed, shooting out sparks as well.

Lydia and I were about to pass out some sweets when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Hey Vanice! Great game, huh?"

I spun around and saw Felix biting into a Chocolate Frog, giving me a smile. He was still in his Quidditch robes and behind him was a boy messy with dirty blonde hair and a girl with curly brown locks. They were laughing and playing with the sparks that were floating amongst the air.

"Hey Felix. It was a really good game. You're really good dodging the Bludgers." I complimented, continuing to pass out candy.

"Did you see when I scored? Wood had completely missed it!" Felix went on, walking beside me.

"He sure did..." I said, beginning to see where this was going.

"Do you play Quidditch?" He suddenly asked.

"'Course I do." I said, taking a seat on the couch. "I play Keeper."

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