THE MATCH

OPEN TO ALL PLAYERS, TEACHERS AND STUDENTS.

Match conditions: Gloomy sort of weather, very little sun and a strong and chilly breeze. Might rain soon.
EDIT: Raining now.

SCOREBOARD:

RAVENCLAW
0

SLYTHERIN
20

Make sure youve read the quidditch rules guys.

[HEADMASTER SHACKLEBOLT will be COACHING the match from the 4th (today) to the 8th as MORDECAI is not present! REMEMBER to read the rules again as if you dont follow them it will be considered a foul =D ALSO, REMEMBER to ALWAYS listen to the coach, or it will be another foul. So i suggest you read mine and Mordecai's posts closely. =D]

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The headmaster walked from the stands to the field, the teams were still not present but he expected they would come out soon. They were probably having a stupid preptalk or something. He himself had never really understood why they did that, expecially as no one really listened to the prep talks and they werent really that important anyways.

Alongside his love for Care of Magical Creatures, his interest in learning german, his love for reading cooking books and his ambition of creating a broom that will fly around the universe, Shacklebolts interest in coaching was amongst his odd hobbies. He loved quidditch, but loved coaching more, simply because you could literally control the whole match (though you had to be unfair). Unfortunately, the headmaster did not get to coach the matches to often because the other teachers usually didn't let him. This time however, as mordecai was late, he was coaching for a short while, which was good. He generally favoured one team over another and then was unfair to the team he didn't like and let the team he did like win by giving them free penalties and stuff. This time however he would be fair to both teams. Or at least try to.

The atmosphere in the stadium was brilliant. Looking up, he saw hundreds of supporters for Ravenclaw, and some for Slytherin. Obviously the other houses were cheering for Ravenclaw, after all, all the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs generally despised Slytherin. Shacklebolt sighed, he hated how much hatred there was between the houses. He had often thought it would be better if there was only 1 house in the entire school.

Standing on the pitch, a chilly wind suddenly swept past, making Shacklebolt shiver. He laughed quietly at how the players would be feeling in this wind. Hopefully it would rain soon too, and by the time it would be raining, mordecai would have replaced shacklebolt as coach. For some reason, rain usually made the match more exciting for him, although you could barely see the players through it.

Christabelle was the first of the Ravenclaws to make her way out onto the field. Her team following closely behind her. She held her thunderbolt in hand and took a deep breath as she was hit by a gust of wind. Not the greatest weather for Quidditch but good enough to make for an interesting game. The wind smelled as if rain would fall to the ground any second. It would make her job harder though as the snitch was hard enough to see when the weather was fair much less when it was raining.

She listened to the roar of the crowd and wondered if her cousin would be amongst the spectators there and if so if he would even cheer for his own house seeing as how they were playing against Christy and his boyfriend. She looked behind her at her team giving them a reassuring smile as she prepared to mount her broom.

She did notice however that it was not Mordecai that was coaching with this match but the headmaster himself. Interesting. she thought wondering where their quidditch coach was while focusing on blocking out the roar of the crowd and getting her head in the game.

((Sorry if its godmodding to say my team was following behind me I didn't think anyone would mind.))

Unsurprisingly enough, Ginevra thought this weather was better for playing Quiddich. She wasn't she why she thought this, but perfect weather just didn't go well for her. Since the weather was how she liked it, a smile was on her face. Walking behind Christabelle, she may not like the girl but Ginevra knew how to put things beside for just a bit- this was where 'just a bit' was considered. Broom in hand, she had her thunderbolt like she always did, proud with any broom. Today, just like all of the other games, she was going to play. Gin had been moved up to starting line chaser just recently, which was a good sign. The downside was that she had to miss the odd practice come the full moon- she hated it more than ever, but it was neccesary. Waiting there, she was just excited to start playing. Quiddich was the only passions he had left in life, besides writing and reading, which she could do daily with Hogwarts classes material, and library stuff, if not just straight from her mind topic wise.

As soon as Albus went outside from the locker room, he felt the sudden chill of the wind and groaned, he hadn't thought it was this bad. And it would be colder when they were flying too. Still, it wasn't like the weather would play a very big part against them in the match, as the Ravies would be affected by it as well. Seeing the Ravenclaw team enter the pitch, he quickly looked at their brooms and frowned. Most of thems had better brooms then he had, but Albus knew that a broom could only get a player so far, it was skill and teamwork that mattered and Slytherin had practiced lots before this match. Hopefully they could play how they had last practice.

His gaze turned from the Ravies to the coach, and his frowned deepended. Headmaster Shacklebolt was coaching, which was not good. Shacklebolt seemed to be bad at everything he liked to do, like teaching. Albus had witnessed his unfair coaching against Slytherin last year and hoped it wouldn't be like that again. Hopefully Mordecai, a better coach, would show up soon and replace him.

As usual, most of the school -Ravenclaws, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs - were against the Slytherins meaning most of them were supporting Ravenclaw. Though this always annoyed Albus a little, he was glad to see Lily in the crowd, supporting Slytherin, though James was supporting neither by the looks of things. Albus rolled his eyes and waited for the Headmaster to give the signal to start the match.

Christopher followed Christy out to the pitch, his broom ( a cleansweep 11) in one hand and his beater bat in another.

Selwyn followed Aminia out onto the pitch (because the captain always leads the team onto the pitch) and, if nothing else, he was glad to finally be doing something. In just a few moments, he assumed they'd get that usual little warning from the coach - oh.

The "coach" was the headmaster. Selwyn wondered how much pulling of strings it would take to get someone from St Mungos permanently assigned to him. He need never know, the healers there were very professional. He was sure they all knew how to take minutes as well as cure ills.

Yes, well, the chances of the usual "be sporting and play fair" speech were much reduced by his being here. And you know what that means. It's not cheating if you don't get caught.

Scorpius followed the captain outside to the quidditch pitch, there he stood with his broom in his hand waiting for the coach to give the signal to start. Apparently, a lot of his teammates didn't seem to happy about Shacklebolt coaching. They had a point, everyone knew that Shacklebolt was sort of.. insane.

Hafiz can feel the spirit as soon as he went out from the locker room with his team mates. As he is the Goalkeeper, he stood at the last of the line of his team. He stood steadily and with some spirits he brave himself for the match.

No matter, he can hear the crowds were screaming and cheering the house names. He hoped that Haley will be in the crowds to. But he thought he should concentrate to the match. Not seeing Haley will somehow distract him a little.

Ami walked along side Albus, she smiled as she felt the crisp wind. She loved when the weather was off, if it was perfect she tended to do poorly. She raised a brow when she saw that the headmaster was coach, Crap, this can't be good. she thought to herself. She had heard the stories about how unfair he was.

Ami sighed and positioned her broom, ready to mount at the coaches orders. She looked around at the others members as they followed one after the other. She composed her face trying to settle the nerves, making sure they didn't show. She took a few deep breaths forcing the panic attacks down until after the match. She smiled waiting for the signal.

She looked around as she stood there, she could see that most of the people were supporting the Ravies, even her new friend, Belle, she rolled her eyes, she hated that there was so much hatred for the Slytherins. She pushed them out of her mind and focused on the pitch, the Headmaster and the teams, making sure they were the only ones in her mind, her hand tightened on her bat.