Gryffindor VS Slytherin

[hooch]

The first match of the Quidditch season was about to get under-way.

The first teams to play would be Gryffindor and Slytherin; there had been a lot of tension between the two houses since the war, and Madam Hooch was going to be on the look out for foul play. She wanted a good, clean match. They were striving for inter house unity, after all.

The stands were almost full, a few late students still trickling in. The sky was cloudy, but still bright. There were no signs of rain. Perfect playing conditions.

Madam Hooch walked out onto the pitch, carrying the box which contained the balls; the red quaffle, the small black bludgers, and the tiny golden snitch. She stood in the centre of the pitch, waiting for the teams to make their entrance.

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[ginny]

Ginny walked out onto the pitch with the rest of her team. The conditions were good, but even if they hadn't been Ginny would have been beyond excited to be playing again. It had been so long since she'd played a Quidditch match. This, more than anything, made things start to feel normal again. The Slytherin team was assembling, coming out of their changing rooms on the other side of the pitch. Ginny was itching for the match to get under way.

[ron]

Ronald had his broom in his hand and was wearing his Qudditch Uniform ready for his first match of the year. It had been so long since the last time he played. But he really had missed Qudditch. He just hoped he would do alright this time around... considering he had a major, punding headache. But, he hoped it wouldn't effect his game too much. He knew he shouldn't have had that little bit of firewhiskey last night. But, he was certain it wouldn't effect his game at all... he just wouldn't let it. He looked around the crowd as he grinned slightly... finally feeling slightly sane for the first time in a long time just being on the pitch.

[daphne]

Daphne was in a full-blown panic. For starters, she was freaking out about the first match of the season, and secondly, she hadn’t had time to do her hair. That was probably the biggest crime of all. She stood in the opening to the pitch, her hands absentmindedly twisted in her long brown hair, pulling it up into a quick french braid and leaving the back hang in a straight ponytail. She realized that she had lost most of her teammates amidst the hair-fiasco and ran toward the center of the stadium, hands gripping tightly to the broom that she held so near and dear to her heart. She could hear the masses of students already gathered around her, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. It was now or never. A slight nod toward her teammates and a brush of her hair over her shoulder and she was all business. Daphne Greengrass was ready to kick the Gryffindorks out of the park.

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

Theo had exited the pitch with the rest of his team, his broom in one hand, his beaters bat hanging lazily in the other. He tossed it around a few times with his right hand, practicing, getting used to the swinging movements once more. He'd had the opportunity to do a few solo practices, but the fact that there were things to aim at now made it that much more exciting. The roar of the crowd filled him with excitement as he glanced up to see the stands screaming. He was sure a majority of them were probably rooting against Slytherin, but that just made him that much more determined to succeed in winning. Daphne had given the team a head nod, and he nodded back, grinning a bit before he began warming up his arm once more.

[ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL]

Zeke felt the all-too-familiar feel of his emerald quidditch robes against his arms and chest as a smile crept across his face, it wasn’t a forced smile, or a political smile, it was a smile of sheer enjoyment. This was Quidditch, even more than that, this was Slytherin versus Gryffindor. This was what Zeke lived for; add to the already intense rivalry that both of these teams are the favorites to compete for the quidditch cup this year and this was going to be one hell of a match. Zeke tighten his grip on his broom as he walked out onto the pitch, he could feel the roar of the crowd in his chest as the fans battled with their chants…

"Gryff-in-dor! Gryff-in-dor!"

“Sly-ther-in! Sly-ther-in!”

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He felt his smile widen as he continued to saunter out to the center of the pitch, hearing the Slytherin house erupt with applause as their heros, their pride and joy, their quidditch team stepped onto the pitch. They’d been through a lot the past couple of months, they’d heard all the rumbling and complaints about their house, people saying that Slytherin should be disbanded because of Lord Voldemort, saying that no good could come from their house. This was their opportunity to put all of that behind them, to bring joy and smiles back to the Slytherin common room; for one day, they’d be able to give the entire house a relief from the fears and pressures that were now suddenly associated with being in Slytherin. This wasn’t just team-against-team anymore, today, on the pitch they were playing for their entire house, and they weren’t just trying to beat Gryffindor, they were trying to beat the world.

“It’s us against the world” Zeke thought to himself as he finally reached the center of the pitch, his eyes locking with Ginny Weasley’s. “I like our odds.”[/i][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive had been really excited all week for the upcoming Quidditch match. It had been over a year since she had played in one; Quidditch hadn't been an option at Hogwarts last year, and Sive's family were muggles. They basically ignored the fact that their daughter was magical, and so playing Quidditch in their back garden hadn't really been an issue. Sive was worried she'd be out of practice, but she had been practising hard since she'd come back to Hogwarts this year.

She found herself scanning the pitch for Archer Grayson, Slytherin Captain and Keeper. There had been... well, something going on between them lately. Sive was probably more confused about it than anyone. And thanks to the Underground rumours about them were already starting to circulate. But the tension just made Sive more determined than ever to put as many goals past Grayson as possible.

[STEPHANIE BROOK MCCARTHY]

Even in the Gryffindor locker room you could hear the roar of the crowd. It sent shivers down her spine but she had to remain calm and collected, she couldn’t let anything affect her now. Quidditch was a sport of pure skill and mental ability, you couldn’t perform well without being skilled of course but having some sort of mental ability definitely helped with doing well. Taking a deep breath Stephanie tied back her blonde hair before following the rest of her team. Both of the teams entered the pitch at the same time and once again Miss McCarthy inhaled and exhaled one final deep breath to calm herself holding on tightly to her broom. It was definitely going to be a good day and she really hoped that Gryffindor won this match; if they did it would most likely wipe that smug look of Slytherin’s face. Honestly, it was like a permanent facial feature on their face!

[hooch]

Madam Hooch watched as the players started to enter the Quidditch pitch. The stands were now filled with cheering students. This was the first Quidditch match in a long time, and the feel in the stadium was electric.

Madam Hooch mentally counted heads as the players filed out. She just needed the two Quidditch captains, Potter and Grayson, to stand and shake hands, and then she could start the match.