THE MATCH

Ne'Os Walked onto the Field he ignored the breeze it was just another element of the game. He walked over next to Aminia. He frowned when he Saw the Coach was the Headmaster. Ne'Os had heard the Headmaster was unfair.


Ne'Os Listened to the crowd he was displeased that most of them seemed to not like Slytherin. He quickly snapped back to where he was and waited patiently for the game to start. He held onto his Bat he was ready to use his extra strength to send the Bludgers at Ravenclaw.

"And here come the teams!" Keith shouted into the microphone. "For Ravenclaw! Dubhbraon! Prophet! Malenki! Mist! Knight! Knight! Aaaaaaaaaaaand WHITTLE!" There were some apreciative shouts from the Ravenclaw end of the pitch. "And for Slytherin! Diggory! Hutson! Malfoy! Thorfin! Emof! Lestrange! Aaaaaaaaaaaaan POTTER!" Shouts and cheers from Slytherin. "We've got a good matchup today! Slytherin, captained by Lestrange, has put together a solid team to start the year off! Potter as a seeker is a dangerous weapon, and their beaters really are just miles ahead of anyone elses! Their chasers work well as a group and their keeper's going to be tough to get past!" He sucked in a deep breath, screwing up his courage for what he was about to say. "Now, as a student, I'm hoping Ravenclaw wins...but as a commentator, I'm naming Slytherin my choice for this year's Quidditch cup!" The Slytherin end exploded into cheers, even drowning out the boos from pretty much everywhere else in the stadium. "All right, All right, calm down!' Keith laughed. "Ravenclaw, captained by Whittle, is a considerably younger team, they don't have a single seventh year and two first years out on the pitch! The beater position is going to be interesting, Ravenclaw will have to pull out a miracle to even stay on the same level! Unfortunately for Slytherin however, Whittle's flying a Thunderbolt, we'll see if Potter's Nimbus is able to keep up! They have a substitute keeper in, one of Whittle's close friends, we'll see soon enough if she made the right choice with that one! Ravenclaw's biggest advantage, I believe, is their chasers, if they bring their A game Ravenclaw has a solid chance in this one!" There were alternating cheers and boos from the crowd as Keith pointed out the strength's and weaknesses of each team.

"With Professor Mordecai temporarily out, Headmaster Shacklebolt will be reffing the match! Some applause, please!' Keith said, nodding towards the eccentric headmaster. "Weather isn't exactly ideal, but that should only give us a more interesting game!" He laughed wildly into the microphone. "Now let's fly!

Christopher listened the commentary, he recognized who he was as the student was in the same house as him. Surprisingly, he said he though Slytherin would win, which would obviously damage the Ravenclaws morale. Chris frowned when he heard him say that the beaters were too young, they would be surprised, he though annoyedly.

The headmaster viewed the players frowns as they saw him coaching with amusement. It was quite funny that they thought that he was an unfair coach but were unable to do anything about it as he was their headmaster. Ah, he loved having power over people, expecially youngsters who thought they were better than everyone else, when they weren't. School was to crush down the arrogance of the children, well at least Hogwarts was under shacklebolts control. He didn't despise children and adoscelents, just despised their unethical comportment.

The headmaster smiled at the commentary, the commentator was doing quite well. He hadn't even said anything bad about the headmaster, which of course, would of gotten him fired. But he probably didn't know that. Or probably did, either way, it didn't matter. He was doing quite good. Apparently, he thought Slytherin was the better team, the headmaster would have to say he agreed with that. Ravenclaw had two substitutes in today, while Slytherin had none. Ravenclaw also had mainly young players, while most of Slytherins were NEWT students. Lastly, most of Slytherins players were experienced, having played last year. People like Ne'os, Albus, Aminia and Scorpius for example. So they generally had a distinct advantage. However, Ravenclaw had the element of Surprise, which was extremely useful.

Keith had also signaled the beginning of the match so Shacklebolt had to start the match now. He marched forwards and eyed the two captains with a stern eye. "Now play fair please," he said sternly. "Expecially you lot," he added, saying it to the Slytherins. Slytherins were generally cheaters, as they would do anything to win. And they were hard to catch as well, which was annoying. But Shacklebolt would hopefully spot them. "Captains shake hands," he commanded.

Scorpius smiled at Keiths comment on the Slytherin team. He agreed with most of his comments, except for potter being a dangerous weapon. Albus was just considered a good seeker because his father was a good one. Otherwise, he wasn't talented at all. Still, Scorpius hoped that Albus would catch the snitch because after all, he liked his house more than he hated Albus Potter

Ami noticed Ne'Os stop on the other side of her, she smiled as she
heard the cometary, with a raised brow she looked over at the Ravenclaw
team, she hadn't noticed that they were all so young, which gave the
Ravie's a small disadvantage, She knew that her team was mostly NEWT
levels, and had been on the team before, but she didn't know that
others had noticed how well built they were. She smiled bigger when the
announcer said that he thought they would win, although he was going with
the Ravenclaws. Ami nodded when she heard the boy mentioned Albus as a
deadly weapon, he was right, she had played on the team with him in the
past and noticed he had gotten better over the years.

Gripping her broom tighter in her left hand and putting her beaters bat
under her right arm, she stuck her hand out to shake Christabelle's.
Ami liked Christabelle, she had just recently found out they were
related somehow, and accepted it , but she was going to put that
aside, and she was going to do what she had to to win the match. Ami
smirked
her mischievous smirk, she could feel her nerves and Panic residing as
she waited for Christabelle to shake hands. She was ready to win this
match.

[since Christy won't be here for a while, ill just start the match.]

The headmaster watched them shake hands, then he blew his whistle, signaling the start of the match.

Selwyn kicked off and soared into the air. The cleansweep was a "sugary" sort of broom, where sugar is an euphamism used by people of more delecate sensitivities, but it was good enough for a school quidditch game and Ravenclaw might be the house of nerds, but Slytherin was the house of ambitious bastards. Ambition > brains.

He snagged the quaffle and shot off toward the goals, keeping an eye out for someone in green and silver who was actually open. It would be hard to miss the Malfoy brat, because frankly, he had a head like a lightbulb. People called it white-blond, but Selwyn had seen white-blond before. In fact, he was far more intimately acquainted with white-blonde people than he would have liked (no, not like that, you dirty-minded freaks). Malfoy was actually more sort of not-quite-blond-not-quite-brown-possibly-prematurely-gone-white. Or maybe an albino. His eyes were blue, weren't they?

ANYway, the point is; he was there, he was a chaser and he could catch.

He'd better be able to catch.

((Selwyn passed to Scorpius))

Scorpius had shot up at the word GO, well before anyone else, besides Selwyn. Niether of them had great brooms, but they were obviously good fliers and were far ahead of everyone else. Scorpius of course, caught the pass. He had to slow down slightly to catch it, but it was OK, as there were no beaters in the air yet. He quickly passed the quaffle back to Selwyn, who was already near the goal posts.

Selwyn caught the quaffle again, veered away from the Ravenclaw chasers. It wasn't called chasing for no reason, you know. He turned sharply and accelerated down the pitch to where their diversion had let Scorpius get ahead of the rest of the birdbrained team. Selwyn tossed the quaffle to him.

((Selwyn caught the quaffle
Selwyn passed to Scorpius))