Veritaserum_Boy
Greasy Haired
Floo Ferret
The Worthy Always Win“We’re winning!” the brilliant Pansy Parkinson shouted excitedly over all the blabbering.
The Slytherin team was in the lead, as it always is.
A jet of silver light shot from the Gryffindor stands, stunning the Slytherin seeker in midair in the process. It seemed they would go to any means to catch up, even by breaking the rules, and interfering in the game. Slytherin were winning purely, with their amazing skills and techniques.
Madam Hooch, who was refereeing the match, justly stopped all play, and the highly intelligent student and seeker, Draco Malfoy, was taken down to the ground, and the spell reversed. Miss Parkinson ran down to him, to see that he was all right, like a real friend and fellow housemate should do.
“All my limbs are in one place. It takes more than a simple stunning spell to stop me, unlike Saint Potter,” he admitted, proving he was harder to beat than some might wrongfully think.
She took his broom, and brought out a small glass phial, containing a poison green concoction.
“It’s a potion Professor Snape helped me brew. He’s the best teacher at Hogwarts!”
She found her handkerchief easily, because she’s a very organised girl, unlike Longbottom who can’t differ between rat spleen and leeches, and dabbed some of the potion on it. Then, she started polishing the broom handle with it.
“There. That should help you fly faster than Potter with his stupid Firebolt,” she said happily, handing it back to him. With that, she turned round, and went to resume her seat in the stands, among the other Slytherins.
The game resumed, and the Gryffindor team could never manage to catch up. Miss Parkinson was cheering with her group of Slytherin girlfriends. The adversaries didn’t even know of a way to react, and they were making what had been promised to be, a highly exciting game, a very boring drone, which a Potions lesson would have outstripped, in the time it takes to catch Potter breaking rules. Miss Parkinson lifted her own wand in the air and muttered, “Serpensortia!” She is a very wise girl and knows how to choose her spells. She wasn’t breaking any rules at all, but merely, trying to heighten the audience’s level of attention. A long snake wound round Weasley’s broom, and he started yelling and nearly fell off his broom in fright, not unlike clumsy Longbottom. It seems Potions class, isn’t the only thing Gryffindor students can’t handle. They are also quite known, for the catastrophic results they obtain.
Miss Parkinson turned to look at Miss Granger, who didn’t seem to be acting in her usual know-it-all manner.
“Hey Granger! Feeling pity for your poor Weasley?” she shouted over to the Gryffindor stands. But it seemed that Miss Granger had turned dumb, because she didn’t answer back. She probably was too scared, showing that Gryffindor students weren't as brave as they were deemed to be.
The excitement grew like a bubbling potion, as Malfoy showed how excellent a seeker he truly was, and spotted the snitch. He zoomed after it, and Potter, who had obviously noted nothing, finally reacted, and was flying behind him, until the referee’s whistled blasted and the cheers erupted from the stands.
So, the Quidditch Cup was won by the worthy house of Slytherin, who had shown yet again, that not only did it consist of the best students, but it also had the skill and wit, to remain in first place, undefeated.
I like to sing "Double Double Boil and Trouble...." while playing with my chemistry set.
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