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Post by Vincent Crabbe Jr. on Nov 25, 2004 16:18:33 GMT
Vincent shook his head as Potter caught the Snitch. Slytherin had been 50 points up. And Gryffindor had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. It was not fair that they should be saved by Potter's single catch. Vincent looked away in disgust. Draco, perhaps, was at fault. He would be in a terrible mood now. But the defeat would be his fault, and his fault only. The rest of the team had played very well. Of course, he would not be able to voice his feelings. He was not very articulate anyway, even if it had been appropriate for him to do so.
Vincent looked at all the Gryffindors cheering and decided that from now on he would not only despise them, he would actively persecute them. It was not fair. It wasn't fair. He had played to his best standard of Quidditch, and Gryffindor had not deserved to win. The rightful winners were unquestionably Slytherin, but Vincent knew that this would never become reality. Next time perhaps he would have to knock Potter out of the air.
Vincent turned and walked into the locker rooms, not daring to look at anyone else. The defeat could not be his fault, that he was sure of, but he did not want to meet anyone's eye at the moment.
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Post by Perseus Feynman on Nov 25, 2004 18:11:16 GMT
Perseus dismounted with an amalgamation of profuse exasperation and anger boiling inside of him. He dismounted from his Firebolt and glared at Malfoy before returning to the lockers.
He was infuriated by their loss, as they had been in the lead and he himself had missed hitting Potter three times. After packing up his Quidditch gear, Perseus, with a wave of his hand sent it flying out of the locker room at a prodigious speed, nearly hitting Slytherin onlookers. Then, turning to his locker, Perseus drew his wand and bellowed several dangerous spells at once, breaking the locker into miniscule pieces before setting it on fire. After that, Perseus dragged it outside, took a running start, and hurled it far into the lake with a swing of his wand. Taking up his packed Quidditch gear and Firebolt, Perseus returned to the Castle, defeated.
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Post by Israel Moon S7 on Nov 25, 2004 18:42:52 GMT
“NO!!!!” came a scream from a female voice. Israel could not believe it…Draco had missed, when the snitch was right there, the idiot had missed. She glared at him, pure venom in her eyes and then flew off the field. The game was over and they had lost, thanks to stupid Draco Malfoy!
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Post by Ron Weasley on Nov 26, 2004 17:47:59 GMT
His slowly swelling pride after finally stopping a goal attempt had apparently not compleatly gotten rid of his nerves, as the next time Slytherin made a goal attempt, once more is slipped by him.
It wans't but a few minutes later though, that glory came to Gryfindor, and he watchedhis best friend grab the snitch, nearling jumping off his broom with pride.
"Yeah! Thats it Harry!"
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Post by versnowa on Nov 28, 2004 18:58:00 GMT
Robin blocked the Bludger that had been about to hit Harry, not caring in which direction it went. He stared at Harry and Draco as they went for the snitch, feeling his breathing become heavy as he almost convinced himself he should look the other way and try and hit someone else. Harry was getting closer to the Snitch. Robin blinked and then suddenly felt a thrill of euphoria run down his spine. The little golden ball was in their Seeker's hand! They had won the match!
"YES!" said Robin, pumping his fist in the air and ignoring the pain he was feeling. "WE WON! WE SHOWED THOSE SLIMY SLYTHERINS!" he yelled at the top of his voice, as he flew for Harry and slapped him on the back. "Good catch Potter! Knew all the time you'd get it before Malfoy." Robin felt exhausted but exhilarated at the same time. He ran to Katie the other seventh year and grinned at her wildly. They had both shared the same fear and were feeling the same overwhelming happiness. There was a chance they might get the cup in their last year at Hogwarts!
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Post by Nasser Salah G6 on Nov 29, 2004 18:52:26 GMT
Nasser couldn't dodge the Bludger that had been hit at him and Parvati hadn't managed to block. To his relief he did not feel much pain when he was hit, and his natural resilience made him ready to jump back into the game. A minute later Nasser realized he did not need to. Harry had caught the
Snitch.
The frustration he had been feeling vanished in a second, and after the shock of the discovery had left him too Nasser did a quick loop-the-loops in the air and then joined his fellow teammates in their celebration. The expression on his serious face was one of slight disbelief but extreme happiness. They had WON!
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